Page 129 of Sinning for Santa

“Not that sort of naked,” I mutter, dropping my gaze to the gravel road as we walk.

“Oh you mean the kind of naked when you open up to someone,” he says with yet another teasing tone.

“I guess,” I admit.

“You told her how much you love me, didn’t you?” He laughs, but I don’t.

“Well, yeah.”

His brows hitch again.

“She needed to know who my family was,” I explain and Finn smirks and shoulder bumps me.

“So what’s the real reason for your nakedness? Because it’s not you admitting to her that you have a man crush on me.”

“She asked about my parents.”

“And you told her?” Finn asks with a little surprise in his tone.

“Kinda.” I shrug. “I gave her the basic run down. She doesn’t need to know everything.”

“But she knows enough?” Finn asks as he kicks a stone out of his path.

“Yes.”

“Huh. You never tell people.”

Fucker. Way to call me out.

“I know.” I eye him, and his thoughtful expression meets mine.

“Have you decided to keep her?”

Fuck. My heart sinks as I shake my head.

“I can’t.”

“I think you can. I just think you’re scared.” Again Finn calls me out.

Why is he my mate again?

“What the fuck am I scared of?” I snap.

“Of letting yourself be happy.”

“Fuck off.” I shoulder him this time, and he doesn’t laugh. He remains serious.

“It’s true man.”

“I’m happy,” I lie and he shoots me a ‘really’ look, brows high and eyes disbelieving.

“Are you though?”

“Are you?” I snap, wanting the attention off me.

He shrugs. “Maybe I’ll find me a Jaxcen of my own.”

I scoff. “Not while you have that crazy chick in your house.”

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