‘Your boyfriend.’ His voice is low and husky, and I can make out the hint of a smile in the darkened space. ‘Is breaking up something you do often?’ I wonder abstractly if this is something Fin has told him.
‘We fight. Quite a lot, actually. But no. Not like this.’
He nods as though understanding. But he can’t. Not really. Not the history, at least.
‘He’s been cheating on me,’ I say, bringing up my head.
‘Then I have only one more question for you.’
‘Yes?’ My heart begins to beat staccato, my throat suddenly dry as he leans in and places his forearm against the wall above my head. I should feel crowded, but I don’t. It just feels intimate.And I like it so much.His throat is almost within licking distance, and I see his pulse thrumming there. I want, quite suddenly, to feel the blood hammering through his veins elsewhere. As all these things—thoughts and desires—surge through my head and body, I’m almost shocked when he speaks.
‘Who were you dancing for out there?’
