Page 88 of Three Bossy Boyfriends
“Finley, wait! Where the fuck are you going?” I’m right behind her.
She whirls around in the alley and shakes her head. “I’m lifting the curse. You kept your part of the bargain. Just leave me alone.”
“Hey, hey.” I reach out for her, and even though her eyes look glassy with unshed tears, she lets me pull her into my arms. I’m guessing this is about Evan. “I didn’t think…I didn’t mean…” Frustrated, I just hug her tightly. “Evan is a fucking idiot.”
She sniffles a little. “This isn’t about Evan.”
Now I’m really confused. “Then what’s wrong?”
“All of that stuff you said…about me knowing myself. I don’t know if that’s actually true. Sometimes I don’t know if I know who I am at all.”
“Of course you do,” I say automatically. “You’re Finley Fucking Anderson.”
She gives a watery laugh against my chest. She’s not fully crying, more like sniffling. “That is true.”
“You’re a badass fighting for the underdog. You’re everything I said you are and more.”
Finley sighs, and to my surprise, she gives me a tender hug in return. “You’re not an asshole, Tucker. And you’re not just a fuckboy.”
“Well, thank God,” I joke, wanting to lighten her mood. “I would so hate to be used for my massive cock.”
She laughs and pulls back. “Shut the fuck up.”
I swipe a tendril of her dark hair off of her cheek and tuck it behind her ear. “Never doubt who you are. I don’t.”
She shivers. Whether it’s from my touch or the cold March wind, I don’t know.
“Do you want me to take you home now?” I ask.
Finley goes up on her tiptoes and kisses me—a hard, quick press. “Yes.”
“Then let’s go.”
My phone is blowing up with a text thread from my friends.
What the fuck was that?
Dude. Wait. Love?
Was that a bet you lost?
You sing like shit.
I’m happy for you, man.
I text back.
Leaving. Catch up with you motherfuckers later.
NO. SERIOUSLY? YOU’RE BAILING?
I just send a middle finger emoji back and take Finley’s hand in mine.
It feels right. Something has changed between us.
I like it. Damn, I like her.
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