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His eyes beg for the truth, but I’m a coward.

“I don’t know.”

He sighs and reaches around me for a washcloth. Without saying anything, Finn cleans himself and then wipes me down with a new cloth. Then he takes my hand and leads me back to his bed.

I need to leave, but I don’t want to.

He lies facing away from me, and I press my front against his back, kissing the exposed skin of his shoulder.

I don’t want to leave this bed. I don’t want to leave this apartment. I don’t want to leave this town.

I want to stay right here forever.

I open my mouth to say something, but again, I chicken out.

Finn’s breathing evens out.

I lie awake in the dark for a while, feeling his heartbeat slow under my hand, and I don’t say a single word. Just five more minutes, and I’ll call for a ride to take me back to the farm.

An alarm cuts through my dream.

I don’t move, but the sound goes away.

Then it goes off again.

Finn groans.

“Shit. Shit, shit, shit.”

“What?” I open my eyes and see it’s light outside.

Fuck.

“The site meeting. Bastian, Taylen, the safety inspector, the works. We need to be at the farm by nine.”

“That’s in an hour.”

“I need to shower. I need to eat. I need to⁠—”

I pull him back down.

“Ten more minutes.”

“Fox—”

“Five.”

“Foster Crue, I swear to god.”

I hold him against me for one more second. Then I let him go, but only after tilting his chin and kissing him slow enough that he groans and laughs into my mouth.

“You’re the worst,” he mutters, rolling out of bed.

“As you’ve said, multiple times.”

“I meant it every single one.”

He disappears into the bathroom and the shower turns on. I lie there for another thirty seconds staring at the ceiling, and then I follow him.