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“We have no shit to do, you ass. You’ve had two days to tell me this.”

“I was busy trying to win you back. I won’t lose now.” Finn snarls and presses his face into my neck. His body holding me to the wall while his knee shoves right into my cock, hardening me. My cock is a biased little fucker too because I grip Finn around the neck and hold him to me. “Hear me out,” he pleads hoarsely, sucking my neck like he thinks that will stop me from grabbing my clothes and leaving.

He’s right, if that’s his tactic, he’s winning because I relent, even in the face of the hard truth.

I want him,still.

Fuck my fucking weakness for a six-foot-two manipulative prick.

I want him.

“This better be the best fucking explanation the world has ever heard, Finn, or you’ll never see me again.”

He exhales and rests our foreheads together.

For a guy who’s put his ring on a woman’s finger, he looks cut up about the prospect of me leaving. It should make me feel better, but all I feel is played.

* * *

Finn

“It’s fake. It’s all fake.”

“You and me, yeah, I’m seeing that.”

“Fuck you,” I say without heat because I see his anger is from a place of possessive jealousy and I fucking love that. I push my face into his cheek, inhaling his goddamn apples. “You and me are the realest shit I’ve ever had and I’m not losing you now that you’re mine.”

“Debatable. But go on.”

“Say you’re mine first.”

“No.”

“Say it,” I insist, showing how magic we are by pushing my tongue into his mouth and kissing my man breathless.

My man.

I have no doubts about that.

I want him and will do anything to keep him, even if I have to blow this lie apart before it’s time. I won’t do anything to jeopardize losing Sage. He’s fucking vital, but the look of mistrust on his face is about as gutting as I’ve ever felt.

“Do you know how hard it is to trust you, Finn? Do you know how difficult it’s going to be sharing with my family who my boyfriend is? They know what happened between us, but I would tell them in a heartbeat about our relationship.”

“I know. I want you to tell them about us. I don’t give any fucks if they like me, as long as you do.” My sigh is a gust when he doesn’t confirm it. “Can we sit? Hear me out.”

We each take seats opposite each other.

I can’t lose.

I won’t lose him now.

* * *

Sage

“You’re engaged, start there.”

“It’s not real. Our parents pushed for it. My father is a giant controlling dick. He’ll hate me for having a boyfriend. He hates me already for not being his golden boy, but this might give him a heart attack. My parents aren’t like yours Fierro, yours gives a fuck about you. My mom is okay, but every aspect of her life is controlled by him too. He has no idea I’m at NYU, he thinks I went to Alabama to play ball.”

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