Page 37 of The Sea Witch's Son

The pinch in my chest quickly turns into the same discomfort from earlier. I scan the room, looking for the shock of white hair and the dark dress shirt that have no business being that attractive.

“Where is he?”

“He’s over by the-

“Melody. I should have known I’d find you lingering in the corner.” Finley sidles up next to me, “Did you remember my name this time?”

I frown playfully, “Finnigan Reed, isn’t it?”

“I’ll get my license changed tonight.

Laughter slips out and Gus looks at me in shock. Finley glances at him for the first time.

“Did I interrupt something?”

I look at Gus for clarification. His expression is wiped clean except for the glint in his eyes.

“Nah, I was just leaving. Have fun.”

I stare at his retreating back, watching the broad frame join the rambunctious crowd on the dance floor.

“It’s pretty wild in here, hey?” Finley takes another step closer, leaving just enough space so I don’t feel crowded, “Nothing like the first party of the semester."

“Yeah.”

I watch the people mingle along the dance floor, listening to the Elvis’ seductive voice roll through the speakers.

“Would it be lame if I asked you to dance?” A dimple flashes my way, “I’m still trying to figure out how to make a good first impression.”

“You’re doing an excellent job.”

He hesitates, “Is that a no for dancing or...”

I smile, turning to look at him, “Yes. I would love to dance.”

“Thank God.” He holds out a hand with a teasing grin, “Wasn’t sure how I was going to stay cool if you rejected me right off the bat.”

“I have faith you would have recovered just fine.”

Putting my hand in his, I let Finley pull me onto the dance floor. The level of intoxication is stronger here, the flailing arms and stumbling feet almost taking me out before the dance begins.

“Easy there, partner.”

Strong arms pull me close as Finley leads us into an easy waltz. His hand rests gently against my lower back, making sure to avoid the exposed skin peeking out between my top and jeans.

“Thanks.”

He smiles at me, warm and friendly, and I smile back.

Being around Finley is inexplicably comfortable. He’s cute and funny and I could see him being the type of boy every mother wants their daughter to bring home.

Hell, even most fathers would approve of this one.

“Am I allowed to ask about the scar?” I wiggle my brows, so he knows what I’m talking about, “Or is it a deep, dark secret?”

“You mean this one?” Finley raises the notched brow and I nod.

“It was a very traumatic experience, actually.” He pauses, building the anticipation, “I made a bet with my best friend and lost. As punishment, I had to shave off my eyebrows.”

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