Page 87 of A Hard Fit

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Finn.”

“Your undying love for Thomas.” Finn gave him half of a mischievous smirk, gaze still gentle.

Luka closed his eyes. “I don’t… We’re not— It’s not…”

“Yeah, except you do, you are, and it is.”

“Fuck.” Luka slumped in his chair. “Am I that obvious?”

“Yes, but if it makes you feel any better, Thomas is into you, and it is equally as obvious.”

“What?” Luka shook his head. “He is?”

Finn groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Jesus. I knew you were thick. Rory tried to warn me. Look. It’s clear as day that he likes you back, just as much as you like him. You gotta say something. You’re killing us.”

Luka shook his head again. “He’s leaving in less than three weeks, and in the meantime, he’s still my boss. I can’t. Now would be the worst time ever.”

Finn wanted to shake him. “Well, you don’t gotta marry the guy. Looks like he’d be good in bed.”

Luka covered his face and groaned. “I can’t even tell you how much I am not about to proposition Thomas for a quick romp in the sack before he leaves.”

“Why not? Wait till his last day. If he’s leaving, doesn’t matter if he says yes or no.”

“I don’t just want to sleep with him, Finn. I…”

“You what?”

Luka exhaled. “Nothing. Thanks for your help. But I can’t.”

Finn narrowed his eyes at Luka. “This from the guy who told me to take the plunge with Rory.”

“It’s totally different!”

“Is it?”

“Of course it is.”

Finn shrugged. “Think about it. You don’t want him to leave and regret not even trying.”

“I appreciate your thoughts, Finn, but… It’s complicated.”

“All right. Just…think about it, yeah? It might work out. And it might be amazing.”

Luka didn’t say anything, only gave him a sad smile and went back to work.

Finn wanted his friend to be happy…but…‘It’s complicated.’Well, he was right about that. Everything was complicated.

Chapter Nineteen

Hearts

Jackson didn’t call, Rory grew more and more miserable and it ate at Finn until his skin felt two sizes too small.

“Since you planned New Year’s, can I plan Valentine’s Day?” Finn asked one night while they were making dinner.

“Sure,” Rory said, staring morosely into the stew as they stirred.

“Great, here’s my plan.” Finn took their wrist and spun them around, pressing them up against the counter with his hips.

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