Lips that are on mine, meshing with my own, pulling away only to come back for more. Memories of stolen kisses consume me. We did this for years. And never anything more.
“Finn.” I turn my head to the side and breathe his name.
“You taste the same,” he says against my cheek.
Stepping back, I give him a look meant to be dirty, but I’m certain is weaker than I intended it to be. “Get in the car.”
He nods and goes around the back. For a moment I contemplate hopping in and taking off before he can get in.
But I don’t.
He climbs in and shuts the door. I throw it in drive and glance at him on my way out of the driveway.
“This isn’t high school anymore, Finn. You can’t grab me and lead me behind the gym. No more spontaneous make-out sessions.”
“But they were fun,” he complains.
He’s right. They were more than fun. They were delicious. And so damn confusing.
“We’re adults now.” It’s the best response I have.
He looks out the window. I should be focused on the road, but it’s difficult.
“Just say it.” His voice is rough.
“Say what?”
“The real reason. Not the excuse. Thereason.”
“Finn, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
His gaze flickers over to me. “Sure you do. Just think a little harder.”
“I’m not playing mind games with you. If you won’t say it, then fine.” A deep breath fills my chest, then slowly seeps out. “Tell me about your apps.”
Finn shifts in his seat and leans a forearm on the center console. He looks at me, his lips twist, and I can tell he’s deciding whether he should let this conversation end.
Finally, he says, “The first one was a travel app. It was going to keep friends and family up-to-date while people traveled abroad. It had location sharing, pictures, a way to write notes that others could read.” The more he talks, the more animated his voice becomes. “Basically, anything that a person might not want to share on social media, but would want friends or family to know.”
“That sounds amazing. What happened?” I’m bummed to know this story doesn’t have a happy ending.
His face falls. “Someone else beat me to it.”
“What?!”
He shrugs, but I know it’s a front. He’s genuinely disappointed. “That’s life in this business. If you don’t get it to market first, it’ll never happen.”
“That’s shitty.” I take a right turn too quickly and look sheepishly at Finn. “I’m still getting used to driving this car. It’s not mine.”
He laughs. “I figured as much. You’re a social worker.”
I make a face. “Maybe I have a sugar daddy.”
“Do you have a sugar daddy?”
“No.” I grin. “But I could, if I wanted one.”
“You’re not the type.”
