Page 70 of Finn Rhodes Forever

“I promise I’ll never ask you to check my feet for fungus. Ever, Liv.”

I snorted. “Okay. Tomorrow, then.”

He pulled me a little closer to his chest and I smiled. This was nice, sitting like this. In an alternate universe, we would have been sitting here on a Friday night, eating dinner together. Maybe we’d already be married. We’d go home to the apartment we lived in together.

My heart twisted thinking about all these sweet thoughts, and a stab of worry pierced through. Those things weren’t real.

Something caught my attention and I turned toward the hallway with the washrooms. Beside the bar, Avery’s eyes narrowed as she listened with a frown.

Oh my god.

Moaning. There were moaning sounds coming from the bathroom. And was that…slapping? Oh my god.

Finn lowered his voice to a whisper. “Do you think that’s him spanking her or his balls slapping against her?”

Avery’s eyes went wide as she realized what was happening in there. The moaning was increasing in volume and she gestured frantically at Max, the manager, pointing at the music.

“Turn it up,” she mouthed at him, pointing at the ceiling.

The music got louder, barely drowning out Shannon’s wailing from the bathroom as she climaxed.

“When they come back,” Finn murmured, “let’s ask them to be the godparents of our children.”

I sighed, closing my eyes and ignoring the little pulse of pleasure atour children. “Finn, I want to leave.”

“What about our food?”

My eyes pleaded. “I’ll fake sickness. I’ll say I got my period.”

“Alright.” He shook his head at me, eyes bright. “You’ve had enough torture for tonight.” He gestured to our server for the bill.

A crashing noise came from the hallway and Shannon stumbled out, pulling her dress down over her thighs, tears streaming down her face.

“Baby, I’m sorry!” Jackson hurried after her, buckling his belt. “I was kidding.”

“You always call me a bad girl,” Shannon sobbed, stopping in front of our table. “How come you never call me a good girl?”

Finn and I, along with the entire restaurant, watched in stunned silence.

“I can’t spank youandcall you a good girl,” Jackson protested. “Those things don’t go together.”

“It’s never about what I want,” she wailed before lurching for her wine glass.

I clutched Finn. “Oh god.”

Shannon threw the glass of red wine in Jackson’s face and people around us gasped. The wine splattered all over my baptism dress.

Jackson wiped his face off. “See, you are a bad girl.”

“Ugh!” Shannon grabbedhisglass of wine and tossedthatin his face before storming out.

Jackson followed, hot on her heels. “You do this on purpose to make me horny, Shannon. Get back here.”

The front door slammed and the restaurant sat in silence, watching through the big windows as they argued outside.

“Oh no,” Finn droned in a flat voice, glancing at all the wine that had stained my dress. “Your dress.” He reached for his glass and tipped the rest onto my lap.

My eyes widened even more and I held back a laugh.

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