“There’s only one bed,” Finn says matter-of-factly.
Sol snickers.
Dutch rubs his eyes.
Zane brushes dirt and grass from his pants.
I tilt my head toward the large mansion which boasts not one, not two, butthreegarages. “In that big house, you only have three rooms?”
“Yep, yep,” Zane says, pushing past me to enter through the front door.
“That math checks out.” Sol laughs and walks to Dutch’s car.
Dutch holds his hands in front of him, stumbling along. “Sol, you’ll have to drive. I’m still seeing white spots.”
My watch beeps.
I glance down and let out a deep sigh. I’m way too exhausted to fight about this. First, I’ll take a bath, and then I’ll figure out my sleeping arrangements.
Finn isn’t in the bedroom after I climb up the stairs, but I find a small bundle of clothes on the bed. I draw nearer to investigate.
The bundle is actually a frilly pajama top and long, blue pajama pants. They’re slightly different from what I normally wear to sleep at the hospital, but there are striking similarities.
Did Finn arrange this?
I lift the bundle, and a blush spreads through my cheeks when I see the underwear. It’s plain black cotton, just like the one I exposed the first day we met and I pushed my pants down to my ankles, daring him to take my virginity.
Horrified, I stuff the panties into the bundle of pajamas, lock Finn’s bedroom door, and tiptoe to the bathroom.
In the shower, I’m surprised to find lilac-scented shampoo and conditioner, along with a lilac-vanilla body scrub and bath bomb.
There’s no way Finn should know that I like lilac-scented bath products.
My body is demanding I sleep, but my mind is racing.
What’s going on? How does Finn know all these tiny details about me? Does he have a camera set up in my hospital room? Is that why he had Ren following me?
He’ll never fully trust you. He knows you’re Jinx.
On guard, I shower and wash my hair, get dressed, and throw the bathroom door open. To my surprise, I see Finn stepping out of his walk-in closet.
I freeze. “How’d you get in here?”
He blinks, his face unreadable. He’s wearing a tank top, basketball shorts, and slippers. The tank top stretches over his tall frame and highlights his broad shoulders and muscular biceps. He’s lean butbuilt.Even the imprint of his pecs are sexy, and I bite down on my bottom lip as my watch betrays my quickening heartbeat.
“It’smyroom,” Finn says, walking across to the bed with a wireless hairdryer.
It’s so weird watching him dry his hair like a normal human being. Though IknowFinn bleeds red like the rest of us, after tonight, he’s in the league of a mystical creature. At the very least, I’m surehe’s not just the adopted son of Jarod Cross and the bass player of The Kings. He’smore. Way more.
“Do you want me to dry your hair?” he offers.
“I’ll do it myself.” I reach for the hair dryer.
“You were typing all day. Your wrist must be killing you.”
I cradle my hand. “It’s not so bad now that I’m not typing anymore.”
“Consider it your reward,” he grumbles, staring at the ground. “Sit.”
