Page 93 of The Nicest Thing
When he finished, Finn held out a palm to her.
"Nice to finally meet you," he said."Rose talks about you all the time."
Grandma Rose's eyes twinkled as she took his hand in hers.
"Not as much as she talks about you, Finn," she said, causing me to blush.
"Ah, I don't know.You're the person she loves and looks up to most."
"And yet you're the one who has her heart."
"Yaya," I muttered.
She looked at me then leaned away from Finn, gently dropping his hand."And by that, of course, I mean in the metaphorical sense.Since the two of you are best friends."
Finn nodded."We are that."
Her eyes looked him over from forehead to foot, and when she came back to meet his eyes, I knew she was going to say something inappropriate before she spoke a word.
"My, oh my," she breathed.
"Grandma," I cautioned.
"What?"
"Please just…don't."
"Don't what?"Her voice was far too innocent."I was just going to compliment Finn on his fine physique.It's obvious that he takes pride in what he looks like."
"Thanks," Finn said gamely."My brothers are all professional baseball players, so I'm tiny compared to them."
A scoff."With those big, strong hands, I'd bet you're anything but tiny."
And there it was.
Grandma Rose had just insinuated that Finn had a big dick.
I peeked up at him from beneath my lashes, wondering how he'd take it.
As I watched a bit of redness tinged his cheekbones, but other than that, he didn't flinch.God bless him.
"I have been told I have nice hands," he replied.
"By who?" I asked.
His brows furrowed, and I realized my tone was a little sharper than intended.
But who the hell had been complimenting his hands?
"Uh you, for one," Finn said.
"I've never said that."I sniffed and crossed my arms."You must be thinking of someone else.Another girl, maybe?"
His smile was slow."Last year, at book club, we were doing a massage circle.I was behind you.Your neck was so tight it felt like a cement block."
My eyes widened as I remembered.
"You were deep into your WIP,Don't Ice My Heart."
