“It was fine.”
“Fine?” Selene asked, brows shooting up. “Huh. I had him pegged for one of those repressed guys who are animals when you peel them out of their stuffy suits.”
That was exactly what Finn had been.
Demanding, unrestrained.
Real.
For just a few moments, with their bodies moving together in an ancient rhythm, he’d been real with her.
“Well, I don’t know why you showed up at my doorstep all frantic overfine. I was about to get to a very important part in my book.”
“Were the enemies about to become lovers?” Iris asked, shooting her friend a smile.
“The villain was about to bang the heroine in all sorts of steamy ways. Then, I imagine, declare his undying love for her. At least the former part is believable. I’ve always found that the bad boys are the only ones who know what they’re doing in bed.”
Iris may have agreed with Selene in the past. But she had to admit that Finn was, objectively, a good man. And that good man? He really knew what to do with his tongue.
“So, what were you hoping to accomplish on this walk? Aside from bolstering up the local pretzel-vendor economy?”
“I don’t know. I guess I just need to figure out what to do next. I mean, we’ve hooked up now.”
“Barely. Look, most guys don’t want to make a big thing out of a little dry-humping. If you go on acting like it’s no big deal, I’m sure he’ll do the same. Now, what we reallyneed to do is talk about that little interview you gave,” Selene said, shooting Iris a smirk. “That was brilliant.”
“Finn doesn’t think so. And I’m sure Henry is likely drafting up some story about me having heat stroke or land-sickness or something.”
“Does land-sickness exist?”
“No, but I’m sure he’s willing to create a disease just to cover up a story about my awful fish puns.”
“I think it’s more the barnacle thing they’re objecting to.”
“Well, whatever it is, I have ‘a period of intense study’ ahead of me.”
“Who said that—Henry?”
“Yeah.”
“The man sounds like a robot.”
“I’m pretty sure he’s made up entirely of ambition and empty campaign promises.”
“And he’s Finn’s best friend. Says something right there. Oh, goddess. What ishedoing here?” Selene asked, sighing hard as she stared at someone off in the distance.
Following her gaze, she saw Arden standing near the bend in the road.
“I have no idea.” Sure, Arden was known for dropping in on his own schedule, but that was at the apartment. She had no idea how he’d tracked them to the park. Or why he looked so excited.
“We could just turn around and walk away,” Selene suggested.
“He would totally follow. He has some kind of soul contract with my mother.”
“Demons don’t have souls.”
“A blood oath, then.”
“Are we talking about me?”
