“Let’s go grab your stuff and I can show you around.”
“Alright,” I agree as Finn steps out of the house towards my car.
I take one quick glance at Ivy again, but now she’s turned away and walking through the house, her head low.
Once we bring my belongings inside, I take a moment to admire the decor throughout the house. There are pictures ofseashells organised in a picture frame, along with oil paintings of the sea and cute ornaments of beach huts.
“You worship the sea here, huh?” I laugh.
Finn exhales a long breath, then smiles. “Yeah, our parents live, die, breathe this sort of lifestyle.”
As we walk through the house, the stairs are located at the back. My eyes snag on the open-plan kitchen as we walk by. Ivy is standing at the island with a glass of water and is staring blankly at the transparent liquid.
“You need to tell me about the last two weeks back home, man,” Finn says as he directs us towards the stairs.
“Uh.” I glance over my shoulder as we walk up the stairs, but Ivy has her back to me. “Yeah, sure.”
It’s been a while since I’ve clicked with someone the way I clicked with Ivy. Probably because I had no expectations of that night before I met her. I haven’t had real fun like that in a while.
“This will be you,” Finn says as he shoves open one of the doors with his foot.
We step inside the plain but homely room. Soft duck egg blue bed sheets against a white framed bed, a simple dresser, and even more pictures of the beach cover the walls.
Finn dumps my bag down on the bed, and I follow his lead, taking in the room again.
“Will this be alright?”
I hum. “Thanks, man. And thank your parents again. I know this all came up at the last minute.”
“I know you’ve got family shit going on and I don’t want you to be alone. This place might seem boring and quiet, but it’s definitely fun in the summer.” He shrugs.
“I didn’t think it would be boring,” I admit. “Something different, but sometimes change is good.”
Finn flashes me a smile and heads towards my door slowly. “Precisely.”
“Hey.” I catch his attention before he leaves.
When he turns back to me, I focus on his green eyes. The resemblance between him and Ivy is almost obvious now. Rich blonde hair, the same eyes. They don’t necessarily look the same, but they have similar features.
I clear my throat. “I didn’t know you had a sister. You never mentioned her.”
“Twin,” he clarifies, and I tense.
Somehow, that makes this a thousand times worse. They shared a womb.
“And besides, you never asked.” He folds his arms across his chest, but something else flashes in his eyes that catches me off guard.
We’ve definitely spoken about family before, and something tells me Finn didn’t mention Ivy for a reason. A reason I can’t seem to understand. Three years I’ve known the guy, and I didn’t know he was a twin? That screams suspicious to me.
But I drop it for the sake of our current situation.
Then he stalks forward a few steps, and I know exactly what’s coming. I gulp silently but try to remain calm and collected.
“Stay away from my sister, okay? She really doesn’t need any more drama.”
Any more?
I’m expecting some kind of deathly glare from Finn, but instead, he looks concerned more than anything. Of course he doesn’t want me anywhere near his sister. I don’t think any guys want their friends to go after their relatives.
