Page 18 of Falling for Finn

“I think you’re the one who’sSatan,” I shout, but he doesn’t respond.

I go to my duffel bag and search for my phone charger, then plug it in so I can text-rant to my sister. I try to list everything that’s happened in the past twelve hours, and my heart pounds as fast as my thoughts. Even my fingers struggle to keep up. Once I press send, I impatiently wait for her response because right now, I’m ready to quit the whole project and go home.

Tiernan

OMG, that’s a lot to take in. What can I do to help?

Oakley

Fly here and kick his ass, then make him go stay at his grandma’s.

The thought has me chuckling because I can imagine Tiernan doing it in her assertive older sister tone.

Tiernan

He can’t be that bad.

Oakley

He is. Plus, nothing seems to be going my way, and I’m growing more frustrated. Maybe I should leave? Maybe I’m not cut out for this after all.

Tiernan

You can’t quit, sis. Don’t let him get to you. Gotta play him at his own game, ya know? You’re not intimidated by his good looks, are you?

I grind my teeth and playfully roll my eyes even though she can’t see me.

Oakley

Ugh.

Tiernan

Maybe that’s HIS problem? He finds you attractive and doesn’t like that he does.

Oakley

Very doubtful. I’m stressed about this bed situation. I can’t sleep on this damn couch and have enough energy to paint all day tomorrow. It’s not even long enough.

Tiernan

How big is his bed?

Oakley

It’s big-big. King size. Two adults could sleep comfortably without touching.

I imagine his warmth next to me and then swallow hard as I read Tiernan’s next words.

Tiernan

Then crawl in there with him. If he’s asleep, he won’t even realize it until morning.

Oakley

I don’t know. He seems like the type to be an even bigger asshole in his sleep. He’d probably sleep-kick me.

Tiernan

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