Page 47 of Finn Rhodes Forever

I snorted. “Liv, the only photos I’ve ever jerked off to were yours.”

Her hand paused, curly fry dangling halfway to her mouth, and a pink flush spread over her cheeks. Her gaze cut to mine, and the heat behind her eyes sent blood rushing through my veins.

A slow, wicked grin curled up on my mouth. “You love that idea, don’t you?”

“No.” Her nose twitched and her jaw tensed.

Jesus, she was so fucking sexy, all pissed off and grouchy like this. I wanted to tickle her until she laughed. She’d try to scratch my eyes out, no doubt.

My brain flashed with a memory of her scratching me in a different context. Skin on skin, hands fisting sheets and each other’s hair and her teeth nipping my shoulder as she tensed under me.

My body hummed. For so long, I’d been remembering short bursts of us together on grad night, fumbling around, excited to finally explore each other, and while those memories met my needs with my hand wrapped around my cock in the shower, a low buzz ran through my veins at the idea of more.

I leaned in, letting my lips brush her ear. “Do you remember how it was, Liv? Because I do. I remember every inch of your body.” Could she feel my heart slamming against my chest, pressed against her shoulder? “And soon I’m going to show mygirlfriendall the things I’ve been thinking about doing to her.”

Her lips parted and when I nipped her earlobe, she let out a breathy squeak. My cock hardened.

“Eat your fries, sweetheart,” I told her, straightening up. “You can daydream about me later.”

When we were done and I had paid up, we headed to the car. I held her door open and she glanced at it with a small frown before getting into the passenger seat.

I pulled onto the highway, Liv turned the music up, and we drove back to Queen’s Cove without talking, just listening to music, me tapping my hands on the steering wheel and Liv staring out the window, lost in thought. By the time I parked behind the bar, her eyes were closed, her head leaned on the window, and her chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm.

I took the quiet moment to study her and wondered whether it would feel like this every day if we were together for real. We’d spent the rest of the time at the diner talking about our upcoming hike, planning a route and pitching ideas to each other about future trips around the mountains. Liv’s eyes had lit up and warmth gathered in my chest at the knowledge that I helped put that look on her face. When she dropped her knives, being with Liv was so fucking easy. It always had been. We had been best friends for a reason. We just clicked.

I sucked in a deep breath and let it out slow, tracing the slope of her nose with my gaze. I’d cover that nose with kisses if I didn’t think she’d punch me in the dick.

I reached out and gently shook her shoulder. “Liv,” I murmured.

“Mmm.” Her eyes stayed closed.

“Liv, we’re home.”

My heart twisted at the familiarity of the words. Home. One day, we’d live in the same place. My mouth turned up at the thought and I gently shook her again.

“Wake up, baby, or I’m going to toss you over my shoulder and carry you up the stairs myself, and that’ll really get people talking.”

Her eyes shot open and she inhaled a sharp breath. “Awake. I’m awake.”

I grinned. “Mhm. Come on.”

I got out of the car and went around to help her, but she was already stumbling out with a jaw-breaking yawn that made her eyes water. I closed the car door behind her and led her to the bar.

“I’ll bring your pack up later,” I told her. “My girl needs to sleep.” I held the back door open and a chorus of noise hit us from inside.

“I’m not your girl,” she grumbled, walking past me inside.

A smile twisted up on my mouth. “We’re back to that, huh? No more sweet Liv stuffing her face with curly fries and talking to me about hiking? That’s fine, I can deal. I’m persistent.”

“I know you are.” She started up the stairs. “Stop staring at my ass.”

“I’m not,” I said, eyes on her ass.

Fuck, she had a great ass. Idreamedabout that ass, round and soft and smooth.

She rolled her eyes and turned the key in the lock. “Goodnight, Finn. Thanks for dinner.” She opened her door.

My heart flipped. I didn’t want to say goodbye. Not yet. “Wait.”

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