Her eyebrows shoot up.“That’s not—”
“I’m not asking.”
I step back just enough to swallow the urge to tuck her hair behind her ear.“Text me when you’re home.I mean it.”
She hesitates.
Then nods.
Her Uber pulls up.She opens the door, then turns back, cheeks pink from the cold.
“Goodnight, Finn.”
I grin like a fool.“Night, Harper.”
She disappears into the car.
I stand there until the taillights fade.
And then—
A rough voice behind me: “You’re falling.”
I jump, spinning around.Atlas stands in the shadows near the building, hands shoved in his pockets, eyes dark.
“How long were you standing there?”I hiss.
“Long enough.”
“Eavesdropping is rude.”
Atlas shrugs.“So is drooling.”
“I wasn’t—”
“You were.”
I scowl.“You jealous?”
His jaw ticks.“You?”
I don’t answer.
Because, yeah.
I am.
He doesn’t answer either.
Because, yeah.
He is too.
A silence settles between us—not hostile, just...tight.Loaded.
“We’re in trouble,” I mutter.
Atlas huffs a humorless laugh.“No shit.”
