“Fair enough. Oop, Daisy is strolling past.”
“So?”
“So?” he repeats. “She’s gagging for you.”
I fold my arms over my chest, shaking my head. “I ended that ages ago, keep up.”
Finn’s mouth falls open. “Why?”
My shoulders rise. “I wasn’t feeling it, and I didn’t want to lead her on. No point forcing something that is never going to work.”
“I can’t believe you.” He punches my side lightly. “Daisy, of all people. She’s fucking incredible.”
“Just not what I’m looking for.”
Finn takes another sip of his drink. “Then what are you looking for?”
I run my tongue over my bottom lip. “Someone who I can have a real conversation with, someone who listens to me, who tries to understand me. Someone who is a little shy but comes out of their shell when they’re with you because they feel comfortable and safe. Blonde, shorter than me, super smart.”
I slam my mouth shut when I realise I went off on a tangent. I glance at Finn, who is staring me dead in the eye, one of his twitches and the other creeps me out entirely.
“Explain to me why you just described my sister,” Finn demands.
“What?” I say instantly. “No I didn’t.”
Finn scowls at me. “Yeah… you did.”
“Ivy isn’t the only smart, quiet blonde I’ve ever met, you do realise that?”
He keeps looking at me with suspicion, and heat spikes the back of my neck. “So you’re saying you don’t fancy my sister?”
I groan silently. “She’s pretty.”Beautiful.“And she’s nice.”
“Uh huh.” Finn pokes his tongue into his cheek as if he can’t believe I just complimented his sister. “Don’t ever say that shit again.”
My hands throw up in defeat. “I don’t really know what you want me to say, you want me to insult her to your face instead?”
“No!” he shouts and I suck in a breath. “But I don’t want to hear you say how you find her pretty either, that shit is weird and I don’t like it. You fuck with my sister, and I’ll fuck you up.”
Too late for that, Finn. Sorry to disappoint.
I huff out a breath. “Alright, then let’s change the subject.”
Finn crosses his arms, and I drop mine. He continues to stare at me.
“Actually, I’m going to get another drink and pretend this conversation never happened,” I mumble before walking away.
Finn snorts. “Gladly.”
As I approach the drinks table, Daisy turns to me as I pour a rather large drink, those blue eyes studying my choice in spirit. “Seems like you really needed that drink.” She chuckles lightly.
My eyebrows raise, and I down it, the liquid burning my throat. “Yeah.”
“Hey, look,” she says after a few moments, and I turn towards her. “I’m slightly mortified about what went down between us. With how forward and annoying I was, I realise now that I was being extremely overbearing and I’m sorry.”
I blink once, shocked by her confession. “It’s alright, no hard feelings, Daisy.”
She nods slowly and lowers her eyes. “You should have just told me that you liked Ivy. At the time I didn’t notice it, but after you said things between us won’t work out, I saw the way you looked at her. It was so obvious.”
