Page 18 of Finding Finn
I glanced over at Ben, who was watching me. He winked and nodded at me.
We did a few more sets. Biceps and triceps and legs, and by the end, Finn was as sweaty as we were. He glanced over at me often, and I noticed that his eyes fell on my body more than once. Was he feeling the same thing that I was? An attraction that kept rearing its ugly head, no matter how hard I tried to keep it professional.
“Pump check,” Ben said, and we all turned to look in the mirror. “Come on, Finn.”
Finn shook his head, but he pulled his shirt off and threw it on the bench. His tanned skin was smooth, and you could see every muscle he had.
“Damn, you are really ripped.” Ben looked shocked.
“Dancers work hard to stay in shape.” Finn grinned and glanced over at me again. “I’m nowhere as huge as you guys.”
“Football build,” Tim groaned. “I’d rather look like you. You are so defined.”
“Welcome to the team, man.” Ben ruffled Finn’s brown hair. “Listen, we’re gonna go grab a few beers after this if you wanna join us?”
“I… I’m gonna need to shower first.”
“Yeah, we shower here. Guess I should have told you. Sorry,” I apologized. Honestly, I wasn’t sure that I was ready to see him step out of the shower. I might have sprouted wood, and that would be something I’d never get over. He was my boss.
“Where are you meeting?” Finn shrugged and grabbed his shirt. “A drink sounds good. Maybe we can talk about the resort?”
“Sure. Pints and Pools, Finn. Do you know where it is?”
“I do.” He nodded and glanced over at me. “Alright, I’ll see you in a bit.”
I watched him walk out of the gym.
“Dude… You two are fucking fire.” Ben slapped me hard on the shoulder. “You couldn’t stop watching him.”
“He couldn’t stop looking at you either.”
“Stop. He’s my boss.”
“Dude, it's community theatre. I think you’ll be ok.”
“Little Jimmy’s in love,” Tim teased.
“Will you stop it?” I grabbed my shirt and slapped it at Tim. “Let’s go.”
We took a shower, and the boys couldn’t stop talking about Finn. I knew this would happen. It was our vibe and always had been.
Ben grabbed his towel and walked out of the shower. “He’s hot, man. And he’s a dancer… God, can you imagine how flexible he is? I bet he’s wild in bed.”
“I’m still bi curious, so… I mean, he is very pretty.”
“Look… I’m not going to deny that there’s nothing there, ok. But he is my boss, and my job is really important to me. If it went bad – it would be bad. Got it?”
“Boring,” Ben dried his junk. “You’re very, very boring. If I were single, I’d lock that shit down. He’s hot and you’re totally into him, Jim. The way you looked at him told us everything we needed to know. Do it, bro. If you don’t, you’ll regret it.”
“We just met, Ben. Jesus, give me a break.”
The guys changed the subject, and we headed over to the bar. We had just ordered the first round when Finn walked in.
Dammit… They were right.
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FINN
