Page 48 of A Hard Fit

Let me know when you get home,Finn said.

They did the whole cliché thing, talking until late in the night with phones on the pillow next to them. Never did Finn think he ever would have engaged in “you hang up, no,youhang up,” but there he was. And now, here he was, Rory perched on the edge of their desk, Finn’s tongue down their throat.

“Okay,” Finn gasped at the next oxygen break. “We’d better stop.”

“Right. Yes.” Rory straightened their shirt, short of breath. So cute how flustered they were.

“You want to grab dinner tonight?” Finn asked, smoothing their hair for them.

“Sure.” Rory hopped off the desk. “What were you thinking?”

“Takeout on my couch?”

“Sounds perfect.” Their eyes crinkled. “I packed an overnight bag.”

* * * *

When Finn finally tore himself away, he headed straight for Luka’s office. His brain and heart and nerves were alight. His cheeks were hot. A laugh nearly bubbled out of his throat, there, alone in the middle of the hallway. He got a weird look from one of the sales reps.Oh my God,Finn thought, fanning his face.This is…something.

He appeared in Luka’s doorway, smiling so big it hurt his face.

Luka grinned back. “And how was the rest of your weekend?”

“Good. So fucking good, Luka.” Finn collapsed into his chair, damn near ready to cry with happiness.

“Look at you,” Luka mused. “You’re…completely in love.”

Love. Was that the word? Fuck.Fuck. “Maybe,” he said, only because it was Luka. Anyone else would have gotten a denial.

“That’s great, Finn. I’m so happy for you two.”

“Thanks. We already made our appointment with HR.” Finn sighed, visions of Rory twisted in his bedsheets floating behind his eyes. “Rory is amazing. And the sex… God.”

Luka shook his head and laughed. “Congratulations.”

“Right? All weekend, man, like—”

Thomas strode in, his face a thundercloud. His scowl deepened when he saw Finn.

Finn did his best to tone down his grin, but couldn’t manage to erase it completely as he got to his feet. “Morning, Wolf. Did you get Morgan’s drunk ass home okay the other night?”

“Yes,” Thomas said, dumping his briefcase on his desk with considerable force.

The room was silent as they waited for Thomas to say more. He did not.

“Well, okay, then. See you guys later.” Finn shot Luka a look and eased out of the door.What the fuck happened there?He’d have to check in with Luka later. In the meantime…he tried to think of a good reason to wander in the direction of Rory’s office.

* * * *

Work. I need to do some actual work today, Finn scolded himself, logging into his laptop to face the barrage of emails that was no doubt waiting for him. He hadn’t checked his work email a single time since…since Rory.

And ‘barrage’ was fairly accurate. Markos had emailed four times over the weekend, plus two more that morning, and a few other emails from his Thrill Island and Sartini teams had piled up. He got to work, with only a few pauses here and there to look at the costumed selfie of him and Rory. And to send Rory a couple of texts. Okay, five texts.

They had arranged to have lunch together, of course, and it was heaven to step into the brisk November air, Rory’s hand in his. They had lunch at Montagu’s again, but this time, their legs wound together under the table, with Rory’s hand on his thigh.

Finn insisted on paying. Rory’s eyes glimmered as they tucked their wallet away. “Is this our first official date?” they asked with an adorable head tilt.

Finn leaned forward to give Rory a kiss. “Sure is.”

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