“Dude! Open the door!” Jet bellowed, banging even harder with his fist, until finally, Finn swung the door open, looking furious.
“What thefuckdo you want!?” He snarled in a veryun-Finn way.
Jet shot him a classic ‘Jet’ grin, the kind of smile he used to givemeback in the day. If I had blood, it would be fuckingboiling.
“Hey, surf star. Knew you were hiding in there,” Jet said easily, pushing Finn aside and stepping into the shack.
Finn looked shocked at Jet’s brazenness, then his eyes found mine, and his expression darkened further.
I swallowed.
“Do you want me to stay out here?” I asked softly, not knowing where we stood now.
He glanced back and forth between me and where I assumed Jet was likely making himself at home in the shack. For a moment, I really thought Finn was going to slam the door shut on me, but he seemed to deflate after a moment and jerked his head, indicating that I should come back inside.
Guilt swirled in my gut at how tired he looked.
It wasmyfault he looked like that.
This wasn’t like on the anniversary of his mother’s death when I’d been able to comfort him when he’d been breaking. This time, I was thereason he was breaking, and I was terrified of doing the wrong thing and hurting him further.
Finn watched me warily as I stepped into the shack, his lips pursing as Jet clearly didn’t acknowledge my presence.
I went and sat on the couch, feeling extremely on edge.
I didn’t like that Jet was here. Not because I didn’t think that Jet was a good guy. He was one of my closest friends growing up… I was uncomfortable because I knew how charming and attractive he was… and Finn wasjusthis type, especially now that he’d put on so much muscle from all the training I’d put him through.
Finn wasn’t the slight, lean boy he’d been when we met. His shoulders had broadened, and his muscles, which were already defined, had filled out and were now hard mounds of pure sex.
He was fucking gorgeous, and because the change had been so gradual for me, I hadn’t really noticed until right this moment… but I was noticing now.
Because Jet had noticed too, and it was making me feel sick to my stomach.
Jet leaned casually against the counter, crossing his legs out in front of him and eyeing Finn up and down with that half-cocked grin of his.
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost, surf star; everything alright?”
Finn just gave him a tired look and rubbed the back of his neck, sighing.
“What are you doing here, man?”
“I told you. All your friends are worried about you. Blake said you left in the middle of your shift without telling anyone.”
“That doesn’t explain why they sentyou.I don’t know you at all.”
He shrugged, though his grin widened.
“I wouldn’t say that, surf star. I thought we got along pretty well today, shredding the cove.”
My fists clenched on my lap.
“You surfed with him today?” I growled. Finn’s eyes darted to me, then back to Jet, who was still looking at him like he wanted to know what he tasted like.
Finn didn’t answer me. Instead, he pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed again.
“Look—Jet, right?”
“Sure, but I let my close friends call me Makoa,” he said easily, and I grit my teeth together.
