Page 87 of Falling for Finn

“Get out,” I bark before she can respond.

“I’m here for you, Finn. Use me to feel better. I know you still have feelings for me. We can get through this little mishap and start over.”

I blink hard, wondering if I’m really seeing and hearing this bullshit or if I’m having a nightmare. Standing in front of the bed, I cross my arms and stare her down.

“You’ve crossed the line this time, Aspen. Get the fuck out of my house!”

“Finn!” She rises on her knees. “We used to make love in this bed, too. You can try to replace me with some twentysomething bimbo, but we had something real. You can’t forget that after a few weeks of being with someone else.”

“I don’t know what it’s gonna take for you to understand I don’t want you. My feelings for you are long gone, and nothing you can do or say will change that. What we had is over.”

She lays on the fake tears, and her bottom lip quivers.

“You don’t mean that.”

I throw off my T-shirt and toss it to her. “Cover yourself.”

She lets it fall and doesn’t move to put it on. I roll my eyes as she wipes her dry cheeks. The fake crying is pathetic, even if the old me used to fall for it.

“Finn,please. Give me another chance. We’ll fall back in love like we were if you tried. Remember all the amazing memories we shared? All the hot sex we had?”

“You ruined every memory I had of us when you broke my heart.”

“I hate that I did that, Finn. I’m sorry. Please let me make it up to you.”

I shake my head, knowing she won’t be reasonable no matter what I say. Instead of dealing with her shit, I take the stairs down to the bathroom.

“You better be gone by the time I’m out of the shower,” I warn.

“I’m not going anywhere. I had a friend drop me off because I’m staying here with you, Finn. Stop fighting your true feelings.”

I glare at her and finish my thought. “I won’t think twice about calling the sheriff to come throw your sorry ass out if you’re still here. You’ve got fifteen minutes.”

“You sure you don’t want some company in there?” She follows me, ignoring everything I said.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” I turn around and yell. “You need some goddamn help, Aspen. I don’t know how to make myself any clearer.I. Don’t. Want. You.”

“If you’d let me make you feel good, I know you’d change your mind.”

My blood boils as my frustration rises. I’m too tired for this.

“Just please…consider it. What we had?—”

“I’m in love with Oakley!” I blurt out, my voice booming against the walls. It’s the first time I’ve said those words aloud. Though I wrote in my letter that I’d fallen for her and that there’d always be a place for her here if she decided to come back.

It hasn’t been acknowledged.

Even after two weeks.

“She’s not here, Finn!” Aspen shouts in my face, looking around at my empty house. “If she loved you, she’d be here begging for a chance, but she’s not. I am!”

My breathing grows ragged as I attempt to calm down.

“If you’d come crawling back to me six months ago, there’s no doubt I would’ve taken you back. But not anymore.”

“What’s changed?”

“Me,” I confess. “I’ve changed. Realized I deserved so much better.”

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