Page 117 of The Nicest Thing

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Thunder boomed as the rain continued to beat against the roof, and I looked up at him with raised brows.

"One song, Rose.It's not going to die after one song."

"You don't have to convince me."

"I don't?"

I shook my head."I love dancing."

With you, I thought.

I love dancing with you, Finn.

I'd do it all night if you let me.

"I know," he said.

"Plus, you're a good dancer, Finn."

"Hmmm, you too."

"I'm a little scared about the books being outside."

"They'll be fine."

"But what if we left the doors unlocked?"

"We didn't," he said.

"What if one of the windows is cracked?"

"It's not."

"What if a grizzly bear is really smart, and they figure out how to open the trunk?" I asked.

"Unlikely."

"But what if—"

"Rose, the books are fine.Just be here with me."

"Okay," I said, and it was far too easy.

Slow dancing with Finn was like a prolonged hug, the best in the whole world, and I didn't think I'd ever want to leave the safety, the absolute bliss I felt in his arms.One song ran into the next.A third started, and we just kept dancing.I had to keep reminding myself that this meant nothing.At least not romantically.It was one dance—a very long dance—shared between friends.Nothing more.

As the current song ended, Finn's phone went silent, the screen turning dark.

The two of us glanced down.

"No more music," I said, trying not to sound too disappointed.Wasn't sure I succeeded.

Finn shrugged."I could hum if you want."

My eyes went to his."You sing?"

"Nah, I can't."

"I don't believe you.You're good at everything."

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