Page 19 of Best Friends, Tennessee

“Let me guess,” I said. “You weren’t really into the relationship? You were happy to drop her like a hot potato?”

He lifted an eyebrow. “Not quite. I’m not like you.”

I furrowed my brow. “Hey, just because I don’t do commitment doesn’t mean I didn’t respect the guys in LA.”

He puffed out a laugh, looking at the floor. “I know. You told me, last Christmas. You always treat guys well, and you let them know it’s no-strings-attached.”

I was surprised Finn remembered me saying that.

“Exactly,” I said.

I’d never felt ashamed that I wasn’t looking for long-term love back in LA. I’d just never felt ready for it.

Not even a little bit ready.

I didn’t know what it would take for me to be ready to commit, but I sure as hell hadn’t found it in Los Angeles, no matter how many hot guys I found.

“Well, something weird happened,” Finn finally said, peering over at me. “And I probably shouldn't have told Christina about it.”

There.

Finally.

He was finally saying something real. Maybe even opening up to me.

Please, Finn, don’t make me beg for it?

I raised my eyebrows, trying to seem mostly nonchalant. “Okay, now you’ve got me wondering.”

“Initially, Christina said she wanted to take a break,” he told me, crossing his arms. “We were both allowed to fuck other people, but we weren’t sure if we were… fully done with each other yet, either.”

“Doesn’t sound like a clean break,” I said. “Sounds kind of messy.”

“It got messy,” Finn said.

“How messy?”

“I was naive, and should have known better.”

I winced. “Did you sleep with another girl?” I asked, taking another sip.

Finn gave me a hard stare.

“I, uh… let another guy suck my dick.”

I snorted. “Good one.”

“Not kidding.”

“You should be a comedian, Finn. Maybe it’s your calling.”

His lips didn’t budge into his usual, easy smile, though.

“Ori, I meant it when I said you don’t know everything about me anymore.”

It cut to the core this time.

No shot.

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