Page 96 of The Nicest Thing
Where the hell were they?
How could four guys as big as they are just disappear?
"But in high school, Dex took Spanish."
"Ah."
"I learned it, so I could help him pass," he added, and I froze."Got pretty good at it.They even asked me to be the president of the Spanish Club."
Slowly, I turned to face him."No…"
"Yeah"—Finn grinned—"I agree withyaya.Our babies would be gorgeous."
My eyes closed on their own.Was there a word worse than embarrassed?Humiliated?Mortified?I was all the things as Finn continued to tease me.
"Your hair and eyes, my strong hands…they'd be so pretty.People would automatically hate them for it."
"Ugh, please stop," I groaned.
"Okay, but just one more thing."
He leaned closer and spoke the words directly into my ear.
"Eres hermosa cuando te sonrojas."
Damn.
Even when I knew I must be red as a tomato, Finn's voice calling me beautiful when I blushed sent soft shivers down my spine.I was so lost in him that I almost didn't notice the four shadows that suddenly fell over us.Finn did, though.He looked up, and as we stood, he placed himself slightly in front of me, for protection, I guess—which was kind but totally unnecessary.
If anyone was in danger, it was him.
"You must be Finn," Carlos said."We've been looking for you."
"Been here the whole time," Finn said.
"I'm Carlos."
A nod."Nice to meet you, Carlos."
This caused my youngest cousin to snicker."So polite.Hope you remember those manners when you're with our cousin."
I rolled my eyes.
"He better," Angelo said.
"Come on, guys," I said.
Carlos looked Finn up and down then scoffed."Guy looks like a frat bro."
"Nah," Angelo said."He's got that cocky jock vibe.I hate jocks."
"You wouldn't like my brothers then," Finn replied."I am in a frat, but unlike the majority of the guys, I'm no jock.But don't you think it's kind of stupid to hate someone because they play a sport?"
"Did you just call my boy stupid?" Carlos said.
"No, just questioned the validity of his statement."
"Ah, a brain.I hate those."
