Page 49 of Finders Keep Her
“Have you tried other kinds?”
“I’m not sticking anything up my ass.” I have no clue how people wear thongs. That would drive me insane.
“Of course not. You only do that for his birthday or an anniversary.” I pull the panties on under the shirt. I guess athong wouldn’t be the worst for a few minutes. I’m sure Ronan would be pulling it off me in seconds. “I mean, a finger isn’t terrible in the moment. You know?”
I pause from slipping my shorts on. “We’re not talking about a thong, are we?”
“Ah!” Cosima bursts into laughter. It dawned on me she meant a cock in the ass.
“Wait, you mean his dick! Have you seen him? He’s big everywhere.” Ronan would split me in two. I would never be able to walk again. Then my dad couldn’t make me go on those stupid runs, I think, weighing both sides. Hmm.
“Okay, too far, too far.” Cosima puts her hands over her ears, but she’s still laughing. I finish getting dressed, shoving Ronan’s shirt into my bag. It’s mine now.
“How are you always so put together?” Cosima has on a pink babydoll dress; I think that’s what they’re called, and I only know because I lived with her for a month. She has a clip that matches her hot pink heels pulling half of her shiny blond hair to the side.
She asked Ronan if he’s ever heard of color, and I wonder if she knows there are other colors than pink. That said, Cosima can pull it off. She can do most things in life. The girl has grit with a dash of moxie. Everything that comes out of her mouth she says without hesitation and with her whole chest.
“What are you talking about? Look at you.” Cosima grabs my shoulders, turning me to face the mirror. My wild mass of curls is extra out of control, my lips puffy from Ronan’s kisses, and my cheeks flushed. “You’re fucking sexy, girl.” I lick my lips.
“I do kinda glow. That would be good sex, right?”
“That and it will end up giving you a pregnant glow.”
“Shit.” I turn back around. “How are you doing?” Cosima isn’t showing yet, but her dress flares out, so it would hide a small bump.
“I’m doing good. Besides all the worry you’ve put me through by skipping out on me.” And there it is. Cosima loves being dramatic. I knew there was no way in hell she was going to let me get away with being so flighty these past few weeks.
“There have been things going on. Things I didn’t want to pull you into.” People might fear the Marinos, but I don’t see them that way. Sure, they might murder people. These things happen. But in my eyes, they always land on the right side of things. In my view, which Ronan has shown me, that's what matters.
“Have you lost your mind? I love being involved in things and sticking my nose into them.” She tries to prove this point by wiggling her nose but ends up getting her brows and mouth to move.
“I know, and that’s why I took off.”
“You’re a runner, I know.” Her shoulders drop.
“No more running.”
“Really?”
“Ro will just find me anyway.” I roll my eyes. “Sneaky, giant, obsessive bastard.”
“You call him Ro! That’s absurd. Mom and Tova are going to lose it.”
“You don’t be calling him Ro.” That’s my name for him. I point my finger at her. Cosima only touches the tip of her finger to mine.
“Got it.”
“Little fox.” Ronan knocks on the door.
Oh my god. Cosima mouths. I think she might melt into a pile of romance. Gross, but at this rate, I could potentially join her.
I open the door to see Ronan, now wearing a shirt again. "Z needs to talk to us." He takes my hand, leading me back toward the kitchen. Zero has a laptop and a slew of other devices out, which tell me he’s not messing around.
"What are you doing?" I ask. I trust Zero to know what he's doing, but things feel different now. I have my Ro here, and he's made this place up with his own nonfancy tech, but it works. "Are you okay with this?" I turn to Ronan.
"If you are. I trust you to decide that." I want to grab and kiss him, but I keep myself together. Plus, I don’t want to egg Cosima on any more with all the mushy stuff.
"So—" I move closer to Zero to peer over his shoulder.
