Page 34 of Heir of Fire
Gianna’s eyes shot open. She was rarely ever at a loss for words—actually, she could count on her hand how many times she had been left without a good comeback or left in silence. She loved to talk. It was actually one of her favorite hobbies. And yet, there wasn’t a single reply she could come up with now.
So, she laughed.
She laughed so hard that she snorted and leaned over, grabbing onto his arm for support before she was able to regain her composure after a moment.
“Are you kidding me? Have you not listened to a single thing I’ve been saying? I just said no one can know about us ever, and now you’re suggesting we date? Are you sure you’ve never fallen off your bike or anything?” she asked, her voice still joking untilshe realized that his face still held the same stoic, emotionless look.
“Don’t be a fucking brat.”
“You can’t say you want to date and then call me a brat.”
“Then what should I call you, princess? My girlfriend?”
She narrowed her eyes. “You’re really frustrating.”
Finn shrugged. “I’ve been called worse.”
“I’ll call you worse.”
“I’m sure you will. Call me whatever you want, but if you go around any of those little boys again, I will fucking kill them.”
Gianna’s mouth fell open before it snapped closed in anger. “So, you can still see whoever you want but I can’t?”
“You sound jealous.” He grinned, pulling her closer.
“I am not jealous,” she hissed.
“You don’t have to be because I’m not seeing anyone other than you,” Finn said.
He was delusional. This was not going to be a relationship or whatever he was trying to turn it into. It was madness, complete and utter madness, and yet, he still spoke as if he was so sure that he wanted to date her.
Gianna had never seen Finn date a single girl in her life. He had never been the type to commit to anyone, and she sincerely doubted that he’d be starting with her. Hell, she wasn’t going to let him experiment with his newfound love of monogamy on her.
“Finn?”
“Hmmm?”
“Get out of my room.”
EIGHTEEN
FINN
Finn sat in the garage,a can of beer in his hand and a frown on his face. He truly did not understand women because he and Gianna had a wonderful fucking time in the shower—amazing, the best sex of his life—and then she turned a complete cold shoulder to him.
He said he wanted to date her, that he wouldn’t see anyone else, and she wanted nothing to do with him. What the hell was he doing wrong?
This was why he had never been in a relationship before. It always got too complicated, and he never gave a shit to work anything out or to commit to anyone. Everyone was always soboring.
Not Gianna. She was a firecracker and drove him up a wall, and he was wild with need. The number of times he had caught himself thinking about her perfect fucking body in the shower, her plump lips, her dazed look, her small smile—fuck, Finn had lost count.
“Have you been listening to me at all?” Augustus asked, throwing the rag at him. He was hunched over some older car, fixing it up as if he gave a shit about it, or maybe he did. Finn thought it was just an excuse for him to be here closer to Cecilia.
“Sorry, I zoned out,” Finn said, sitting up. He sat the beer on the counter and walked over to the car, leaning against the side and looking in. “What the hell are you doing there?”
“Fixing the motor.”
“Really? Looks like you’re breaking it.”
