Page 50 of Rule 3: Never Fake Marry the Coach's Son
Dmitri
I follow Oskar inside, my heart pounding a more frantic rhythm than usual.
The kiss was... Well, it was good. Really good.
And though I’d like to say that every kiss I’ve ever had has been good, that’s not the case. Probably we didn’t have chemistry.
And Oskar...
He’s not a bad kisser. Not at all.
Does that mean I have chemistry with him? But I’m straight.
Maybe it’s that Harvard education. That must be it. He probably read a book on kissing or something. That would be totally like something he would do.
“Aw...” Finn grins at us in the hallway. “Holding hands when no one is around and staring goofily into the distance. How romantic!”
Our hands spring apart.
“I-I didn’t realize,” Oskar stammers, stepping away like he’s been shocked.
Finn’s eyes soften, and regret enters his gaze. “It’s sweet.”
“We, um, were ambushed by paparazzi at the entrance.”
Finn’s face twists. “Shit. I’m sorry. They were relentless with Noah and me last year.”
“I’ll get to work,” Oskar mumbles, already backing away, his shoes squeaking against the polished floor.
“Have fun,” I call after him. “I’ll stop by at lunch.”
“You will?” His eyes round, and I hate that I don’t stop by every day for lunch.
“Of course. You’re my husband, and we work in the same building.”
“But—”
Finn is following our conversation with great interest. I sigh and give Oskar a kiss on the cheek. “See you later.”
“See you.” Oskar scurries away, practically sprinting down the corridor.
I turn to Finn who for some reason is frowning.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“Be careful with him.”
I blink.
“Protect his feelings.”
“Of course I’ll protect him. I’m his husband.”
Finn shakes his head, then sighs. “I am serious.”
“No one would protect him more than me.”
Finn tilts his head. “You’ve always been close to him.”
