“It was fun.”
I liked the feeling of him so close. “And FYI. I don’t hate you. I was hurt, upset. I said some pretty shitty things, but I don’t know if you remember that we made a deal when the bee brutally attacked you.”
“We did?” He didn’t lift his head.
“I promised if you lived, I’d be nicer. Well, you kept up your end of the deal, so now I need to do mine.”
Finn laughed and sat up, but I didn’t want him to put space between us, so I threw my arm around his shoulder in what I hoped was a friendly ‘we’re fucking the same man, can we be friends’ gesture.
He didn’t look at me like I’d lost my mind or push me off, so I ghosted my fingers up and down the column of his neck and along the curve of his exposed shoulder. He closed his eyes and let out a contented hum.
“Well, I mean, I did keep up my end, didn’t I?”
I took another sip of my beer. “So I will be nicer.”
“I can be a lot,” he whispered. “Just so you know.”
I shrugged, settling back and pulling Finn with me, my hand still stroking along his skin. “I can be a lot too. Ask Jasper about my need for hugs. It’s off the charts. But we can try to be friends and get along. For Jas’ sake, can’t we?”
“Yes, my lord. We can.”
FINN
It wasnice talking to Travis earlier, but now I was alone in my room, overthinking the other night and why I’d barely seen or spoken to Jasper since, and then, to add salt to the wound, today would have been Bobby’s birthday.
I’d got up early this morning and gone for a walk along the beach so I could feel connected to him, but being this far away from home made it feel harder than I thought.
A knock sounded at my door, but I didn’t want to talk to anyone, so I ignored it.
“I know you’re in there, Twinkle. Open the door.”
I huffed, refusing the move from my spot under the covers. “It’s open.”
Travis appeared in the doorway wearing a pair of shorts and nothing else.Jesus, does no one wear clothes around here?
“We ordered dinner if you want some.”
“I’m not hungry,” I snapped.
He didn’t wait for an invitation before he sat on the edge of the bed, pulling the sheets off me. “What the hell?”
“Sorry, but you can’t just hide away in here. You need to eat.”
“Says who?”
“Me. Come on, Twinkle. You’re already too thin. I don’t want you wasting away because we fucked and you feel weird about it.”
Anger bubbled inside me, and I sat up, flinging my arms in the air and letting them fall to my sides dramatically. “Is that what you think I’m doing?”
He scrunched his nose. “Isn’t it?”
“No.”
“Well, then, come and eat.”
“No.”
“Twinkle,” he scolded, the name making me madder. “Don’t be a brat.”