“Give me eight hours. I’ll have it ready by midnight.”
Chapter Forty-Five
J
My eyes are burning, and my fingers have their own heartbeat. I massage my ring finger, wishing I’d brought my finger sleeves from the hospital.
To be fair, I was unconscious for the majority of the transfer from the elevator to Finn’s bed.
But still…
There’s a knock at the door.
I type a few more characters, but it hurts too much, and I end up dragging my hand away to massage my wrist.
“I told you to take a break.” Finn’s voice cracks like a whip through the air.
My shoulders hike as my body senses danger.
Does he practice that intimidating tone every morning, or did he grow up sounding like a villain from a superhero movie?
“I don’t have time to take breaks,” I grumble, not bothering to look at him.
Finn is too beautiful to take only one glance.
If I take one, I’ll want to take two.
It’s distracting.
My chair suddenly rolls around on its own accord, and I have no choice but to come face to face with the Shadow Prince himself. Finn’s wearing a different shirt than he was earlier. When did he change?
The grey shirt matches his grey sweatpants that are riding a little lower on his hips than they should be. I peek at the hint of his chiseled abs and the V-line that runs down and disappears into the hem of his pants.
My watch beeps.
Holy…
I shoot my eyes back up. Unfortunately, his face isn’t safer territory.
Finn’s still got his hair brushed down in a more casual style. His cheekbones are slashes against his perfect cheeks. His eyes are boring into me, dark enough to be a vortex to an alternate dimension. I’m sucked in immediately and my breath turns shallow.
“That’s the threat model?” Finn nods to the computer.
“The foundation of one. It’s a lot more complicated than I thought. Building something that talks to a phone from a distance is doable. Not legal. But doable…”
My words trail when Finn half-sits on the edge of the table. He’s close enough that I could lean forward and rest my head on his chest to take a nap.
“Um.” I lick my lips as my heart beats a little faster. “The problem is constantly mirroring the data to a cloud and keeping it untraceable…”
Finn slips something out of his pocket.
“… not only is it illegal, but it’s also extremely theoretical. There are so many variables…”
He grabs my hand.
“What are you doing?”
“Are you running simulations?” he asks, holding my wrist tight.
