Seriously, what the hell gives?
His eyes are mirrors to a tantalizing new dimension.
And his lips?
When I was putting medicine on them, I almost passed out from how irresistible they are, even with a big split in the bottom.
His body?
Chiseled to the finite details.
Since when do body proportions need to be that perfect? Why does a guy need such broad shoulders? I meancome on! Chiseled biceps? Veins that bulge out of perfectly muscular arms? How heavy is a stupid bass guitar?
Thinking about it makes my heart beat fast again.
Oh crap.
Enough, J. Imagine a fluffy little puppy. A harmless little puppy.
The puppy trick used to work—when my biggest problem was whether the prick in the room next door stole the last of the cafeteria’s chocolate pudding cups.
It doesn’t work when my thoughts are a swirling tornado that lead back to the silent, stony jerk. A jerk who seems torn between taking me out of this world and taking my clothes off.
Finn was giving me intense bedroom eyes in the nurse’s office. Especially when I was working on his lip, he looked seconds away from crawling inside my skin and turning me inside out in the best way.
Which is ridiculous.
Finn Cross doesn’t really want me. With those smoldering eyes, he can have any woman on the catwalks of Paris. His bold, editorial looks require an equally bold, editorial-looking partner.
Like things attract.
And the only thing we have in common is that we’re both playing this game of cat and mouse.
I’m not delusional enough to think I have him fooled. Finn doesn’t believe a word that comes out of my mouth. He one hundred percent clocked me about trying to steal his wallet, and he knows exactly why I want to get into the practice room.
We’re using each other and we both know it.
“Every girl who’s ever walked into our practice room eventually becomes our wife.”
My watch beeps.
“Ah, shut up,” I moan.
He was messing with my head. What guy in their right mind would want to be my husband? I can’t fall in love until I figure out a way to fix the broken organ in my chest.
Forget a wedding night.
My husband would only be able to sleep with me once.
After that, he’d be dragging around a cadaver.
I’m not saying Finn wouldn’t make my first time worth it…
The watch continues beeping.
I check my heart rate.
Crap.
