Page 83 of On Thin Ice

Finn made a face. “How can you even tell that?”

“It’s a special gift.”

“Special gift my ass,” Finn retorted.

“Oh, so youdowant to talk about your ass?” Ramsey raised an eyebrow. “Did it get a lot of action last night? Who am I kidding, though?Someaction would be alotfor you, at least recently. I haven’t seen you at a Gamma Sigma party in ages.”

“This is why people get annoyed at you,” Finn grumbled as he pulled the library door open.

“Because I know everything?”

“Because youthinkyou know everything.” Finn lowered his voice as they walked through the stacks, towards their favorite table they liked to study at.

Well, thatFinnliked to study at. Ramsey usually just sat there, doom scrolling through Instagram and attempting to show him every progressively more stupid video he could find on TikTok.

Whenever Finn tried to remind him that he should at least pretend to study, Ramsey always said thatwashim studying.

Finn didn’t really think that the Communications department only cared about social media these days, but arguing with Ramsey was usually pointless, because he never lost.

“It’s true, I do think I know everything,” Ramsey said, settling down in his usual spot, pulling out his phone. “For example, Iknowyou spent last night with Jacob. What Idon’tknow is why you’re trying to pretend it didn’t happen.”

“I—”

Ramsey shook his head decisively. “Don’t even try to lie to me.”

“I wasn’t,” Finn said, annoyed now. He’d been in such a good mood all morning—how could he not be? Last night had been freaking incredible, everything he’d hoped it might be and so much more. And then this morning, Jacob had brought him coffee in bed, and then in the shower . . .well, for the first time in weeks, he hadn’t had to justthinkabout Jacob as he got himself off. He’d gotten an in-person assist.

But now, with Ramsey pushing him to confess everything, the realities of the situation were beginning to intrude.

“Sure,” Ramsey said knowingly.

First, he was going to have to tell Ramsey—clearly, that was a non-negotiable—and then it would be the other guys. They’d be supportive. Surprised, probably, but supportive.

Eventually, they’d have to tell the one person that Finn really didn’t want to tell. Jacob was right: they had no choice if they wanted to actually commit to this relationship.

Jacob was right about something else too. It was going to really fucking suck to do it. Finn could already imagine Morgan’s betrayed expression.

Especially when Finn confessed that it wasn’t just a passing thing, or a sex thing, it was afeelingsthing. That Jacob wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

That thought filled Finn with happiness. Okay—it filled him with 95% happiness and 5% terror.

“You’re staring at that screen like it holds the mysteries of the universe. Or maybe just the mysteries of Jacob Braun’s dick.”

Finn shot his friend a look. “Who says there’s any mysteries in Jacob Braun’s dick?”

“You’d know,” Ramsey said.

And goddamn it, he’d walked right into that one.

Finn set his elbows on the table and whisper-yelled, “How did you even know?”

“It’s not that complicated, actually,” Ramsey said smugly.

“Well, tell the rest of us so we’re in on the joke,” Finn muttered.

“First off, you totally have a hickey under your hairline, right by your ear.” Finn’s fingers flew up to it, where Jacob had lazily kissed him in the shower this morning. Maybe it had been too soon for the mark to develop before he’d left Jacob’s house, but now everyone could see it, like a big scarlet J. Ramsey shot himanother one of those infuriatingly smug looks. “And since you’ve brushed off even a suggestion of a hookup lately, I guessed it would have to be Jacob, because clearly, he’s the only one you’re interested in kissing. Next up, your shoulders are relaxed.”

“I was relaxed before.”

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