Page 86 of On Thin Ice

“I’m not telling you,” Ramsey said primly. “That’s for him to tell you. But yeah, he’s serious.”

“Then why did you ask me?” Finn asked, a little outraged.

“I wanted to know whatyouthought of how he felt,” Ramsey said.

Because of course he did. Finn rolled his eyes. “You feel properly informed now?”

“Well,partially.You still didn’t tell me about the sex. Or is that off-limits now that you’re all about the feelings?”

“I . . .” Finn told himself not to turn bright red. He didn’t normally. But every time he even thought about how good last night had been . . .he got hot all over. “It was really good.”

“That’s all I’m gonna get? You blushing like a virgin and being annoyingly vague?”

“I’m not going to ask what you want because I already know you’d be into every dirty detail,” Finn retorted.

“At least I’m gonna get that therearedirty details. He looks like he’d be good in bed. Hard, but soft, you know?” Ramsey grinned.

Finn didn’t know how Ramsey always guessed. It was some kind of superpower.

“Don’t tell me I’m exactly right because you look like you’re thinking about it again. So I must’ve been. Hard but soft, huh? Did he make you scream? Fuck you into the mattress so good you cried or did you take it into your own hands—”

“Enough,” Finn said, laughing. “More the former than the latter, but I don’t have any doubt that if Iwantedto take control, he’d have given it up, gladly. He’s . . .well, he’s really generous. And gorgeous.”

“Could’ve told you that,” Ramsey said.

“Yes, thank you. There’s a reason I had a massive boner for the guy,” Finn said.

“Should’ve known that you’d go for the most impossible guy you could find,” Ramsey said, shaking his head. “You figured out how you’re gonna tell Morgan yet?”

“God, Ramsey, it just happened. We’re still working things out.”

“He’s going to find out,” Ramsey warned. “And if he finds out before you decide to tell him . . .”

Ramsey didn’t need to elaborate how that would go. Finn already had a damn good idea.

“I don’t know why he’d find out. We’re definitely not going to tell him until we’re ready. And I knowyou’renot going to tell him.”

“Of course not,” Ramsey said.

“There you go. We have some time . . .to . . .uh . . .figure out how this works.”

Ramsey raised a blond eyebrow. “What’s there to figure out?”

“I know you’re new to this relationship thing, but it’s not perfect from the beginning. It takes work. Adjustment. And if we’re going to invite my dad’s wrath, we’d want to be . . .”

“Sure,” Ramsey finished for him. “You’d want to be sure that you’re completely, madly in love.”

“Uh, yes, that,” Finn said, feeling a bit of that earlier panic return again.

“See? I’m not that fucking clueless,” Ramsey said cheerfully. “When you think you’re at that point, give me a heads-up, because it’s probably going to take both of us to figure out if you actually are.”

Finn wanted to tell him he was wrong and also full of shit, but Finndidn’tknow what that felt like. Not that Ramsey did either, butmaybeif they did put their heads together, they could come up with an answer.

“Or,” Ramsey continued, tilting his head, “you could ask Jacob.”

“That’s not happening,” Finn said.

His phone dinged, and he pulled it out of his pocket.

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