“Yeah, I start tomorrow. I just arrived a few hours ago,” Finn says with a slight waver in his voice that makes me feel like he might be nervous.
“Oh, you're not from around here?” I say, because look at me, trying to hold a conversation with over five words.
“No,” Finn says with a short laugh. “I’m from LA, I drove my motorcycle here.”
“Wait, What?” I say before my mouth even realizes what it’s doing. “That's really far.”because of course Captain Obvious has to come to the party.
Finn laughs, “Yeah it is… let’s just say I’m exhausted.”
“Oh, right, of course,” I say, while looking down at my shuffling feet. “I was just on my way to close the bookstore. If you need anything, let me know. I mean, not that I know how to do much,” I say, while glaring at a loose board. “I’m going to have to YouTube that,” I mumble to myself.
A small smile appears on Finn’s face. “Thank you, I will, and the same goes for you. If you ever need anything, let me know. It was nice meeting you, Spencer.”
As Finn reaches out his hand and looks at me, my brain malfunctions. It’s his eyes. They make me not want to look away. Way too much time passes, and his brows furrow.Shit!Before he can pull his hand back, I quickly take it, shaking with too much force.Smooth!
“Thank you. It was nice meeting you, too,” I say, surprised that it came out in a coherent sentence. “I’m sure I will see you around. Have a good night, Finn.”
It’s not until I feel his thumb tracing small circles on my hand that I realize I’m still holding it. I unwillingly let go.
“You too,” Finn says as he turns to walk towards his door.Don’t stare at his ass, don’t stare at his ass, don’t stare…. and fuck.Of course, he is going to turn around as he opens his door and catch me gawking at his ass.
My cheeks turn bright red, and I quickly start heading down the stairs.
I’m in so much trouble if this man is going to be living right next door to me. I may never act normal again. The cool people like Finn never come up and try to strike a conversation with me. I’m just a speck in the background during a moment in their life.
Usually they take one look at my color adorned face and show a look of disgust.
Of course, all the guys at Ink Me are the exception to this rule. Maybe that is why I self implode whenever they try to talk to me. I’m not used to it.
I’m almost at the bottom of the stairs when I hear the “snap.” I fall, smacking the ground hard.
Such is my life because of Murphy’s Law and whatnot!
I close my eyes and try to breathe through the sharp shooting pain piercing through my ankle.
The moment I feel arms cradled around me, my eyes fly open, and staring back at me are those familiar, stunning blue eyes.
Yep, this might actually beat the death by embarrassment bed incident. If we’re going to keep track and all.
“Spencer, are you hurt?” Finn says, a little out of breath.
“Besides my dignity being bruised, I think I’m ok. I just twisted my ankle a bit. I’m sure once I stand it will be alright.” Finn grabs my arm to support me as I stand.
Suddenly the back door to the bookstore flies open and Jules comes busting out.
Finn and I both freeze.
Jules, on the other hand, yells “Oh my god!” and comes barreling at us. She jumps on to Finn’s back, swinging her arms like a crazy person. “Let him go, you asshole,” she yells, before I have a chance to explain.
What the fuck is even happening right now?
I would like to note that Finn is holding his own against the tiny little nut job.
“Jules stop, it’s ok, he was helping!” I yell. “I fell down the stairs.” Jules abruptly stops swinging her arms and looks at me. “Oh, Spence, are you okay?” Jules says while still perched on Finn’s back.
I’m struggling to hold back the laughter at just how ridiculous this situation has become.
Seeing Finn standing with Jules on his back. He is not even trying to get her off, he’s just, like, holding her up while she’s talking.
