"I should probably go," I tell Finn.
"Of course."
"See you around?"
I don't mean to word it like a question, but it comes out like one.
"Oh, I'll be seeing you again for sure, Delilah." The look in his eyes should scorch metal; it nearly melts me. "That much I know."
I'm so unbelievably flustered by his words that I nearly dart out of the store without paying. Thankfully by the time I'm through the register, he's somewhere on the other side of one of the aisles. Because I get the sense that if he looks at me for one more second, talking to me in that voice, I'll explode into a thousand pieces.
All that'll be left is a scorch mark on the ground.
Here lies Delilah. She got so turned on it straight-up killed her.