Page 22 of Finding Finn
He slowly broke the kiss. “I guess we have opened a can of worms, huh?”
“I mean, we do work together.”
“You’re my boss,” he laughed.
“You’re terrifying,” I replied way too honestly.
“Let’s just… see what happens?” He bent and kissed me again.
“When we wake up sober tomorrow, how are we gonna feel? Embarrassed.”
“I don’t think we’re that drunk.” He kissed me again. “You really are beautiful.”
We talked for another hour, and then he walked me home. He kissed me in front of my door, and I watched him walk away.
I barely slept all night.
8
JIM
Iwoke up this morning and didn’t know if I should jump out of bed or bury my head in the covers.
What did I do?
I kissed him, and I didn’t actually regret it.
Fucking Ben… He put that in my head, didn’t he? But the decision had been all mine. Did he regret it? Was he having second thoughts? I mean, we did work together. It could be weird.
Oh, shit…
Buffy. She would know as soon as she saw us, wouldn’t she? She would be way too happy and make it a thing. I mean, what was it? It could be a thing, I guess. I wouldn’t be against us being a thing if he wanted to see where this would go. But he might not. He might think that it was a bad idea.
I took a shower and an ibuprofen and threw on an old t-shirt and a pair of shorts I wouldn’t mind getting dirty in. I had some stuff I needed to do in the theater today to get ready for Annie. I needed to hang a few lights for auditions and put some of the wooden boxes and risers away so the stage was clean.
I headed into the theatre and discovered I was the last one to arrive. I grabbed the coffee that Buffy had bought me and looked at the giant calendar she had stapled onto the walls.
“Looks good, huh?” She asked proudly. “I put in the dates of all the shows and auditions. We can add the rehearsal dates when we know they’re schedules for each show.”
“It’s scary,” Finn added. I turned to find him leaning against his door frame. He had dressed down from his normal polo and slacks. I smiled at him and was happy to find him smiling back.
“You look relaxed.”
“I’m gonna grab the bar today and give myself a little class.”
“I’m gonna clear the stage. I can have it done in an hour.”
“Sounds good. What’s on your agenda today?” He asked, letting his eyes rake over my torn t-shirt. My nipple poked out.
“Cleaning and hanging some lights for the auditions. I can move everything so you have a clear space and wait until this afternoon to hang the lights.”
“I don’t want to be in your way.”
“You won’t be.”
“Ok…”
“How was the tour?”
