I sat down on the darker purple armchair positioned across from the couch. “What do you want to talk about?”
“The climax.” He paused. “And the mate bond.”
“Alright.”
“You said you’re comfortable with spending the climax together, and living separately afterward.”
I nodded. “Being friends with benefits. Mostly friends.”
“Are you sure you’ll be able to handle it without falling in love with me?”
I flashed him a smile. “I’ve done friends with benefits before, without any feelings involved. Are you sureyou’llbe able to handle it without falling in love withme?”
His eyes flashed. “Yes.”
“Perfect. Then we’re in agreement.”
“Yeah.” He shifted a little on the couch.
“How horny are you, on a scale of one to ten?” I asked.
Finn grimaced. “Ten.”
“Damn. I thought you’d be at least an eleven.”
He snorted. “Where are you?”
“Fifteen, probably.”
His eyebrows shot upward.
“You should’ve warned me that I wouldn’t be able to get off without you. That was an awkward conversation to have with Abby.”
He closed his eyes for a moment. “That visual doesn’t help.”
“Maybe you’ll finally hit eleven.”
A twitch of his lips was the only response I got.
“Where do you want to spend the climax?” I asked.
“My place.” His answer was immediate.
That was probably for the best. My neighbors were pretty snoopy.
“Okay, just give me a minute to finish Jade’s redo cake.”
I slipped into the kitchen.
The strangled noise that left Finn’s throat had me glancing at him over my shoulder. “What?”
“You’re practically naked, Em.”
It was the first time he’d used my nickname, and I liked it. A lot.
“I’m insanely sweaty, and sitting in my house. Clothes are not necessary.”
“How many pink thongs do you have?” His voice was still strangled.
