Page 86 of The Nicest Thing
I held the box out to her, and finally, she relented.
"Okay, but just one."As I watched, she took a bite and closed her eyes, savoring the taste.The quiet moan that left her lips made me gulp."So good."
A throat cleared, and I looked over to see Maisie, June, and Emmy staring at me.Even Honor and Charlie wore knowing grins.Jeez.
I placed the box on the table then went to take a seat, but Emmy held up a hand.
"You should change first," she said.
"Yeah, right."
"I mean it, Finn.This couch has been here since I moved into Magnolia House.It's special.You can't dirty it up."
"It's true," Honor said."The couch is sacred."
"I've napped on that couch," June put in.
"I've cried on that couch," Rose added—and I frowned, wondering who the hell made her cry and where they lived so I could pay them a visit.
"I've sat on that couch," Maisie said.
Emmy threw her a flat look."Nice."
"Well, I have.It's super comfortable."
"Um hm," Charlie said."Chase and I made out there—several times—but even he had to switch out of his baseball gear first."
"I didn't hear that," Emmy said, covering her ears.She sent me a look."Well?"
With a shrug, I reached a hand back and tugged the shirt over my head in one swift pull.My undershirt came up with it a bit.No big deal though.I was completely covered.As I lifted my head, I held out my hands, raised a brow.
"There," I said."This better?"
Emmy nodded, but the others continued to stare.I took in their expressions with a glance.June's cheeks were flushed; Maisie was biting her lip; Honor wasn't blinking; Charlie wore a small grin; and as the moments stretched on, Emmy's brows furrowed.But Rose, her face was the one that held me captive.It looked like she was holding her breath.Her lips were parted in a little 'o'.Her eyes had this hazy, dazed look to them.
Had I done that?
"Okay, show's over," Emmy said, breaking the silence."Finn, will you sit down already?And can we please get back to talking about the book?"
"I'm good with that," Rose said while munching on the cinnamon stick.
I walked over and took a seat next to her, trying not to be offended when she scooted away with a laugh.
"What's up?" I asked.
"Just want to give you your space," she said.
But I want you in my space.
"Where were we?"
"Emmy was hating on everything and anything," June said.
"I was not," my sister replied."I just wanted the MCs to get together faster."
"Like Rose said," Maisie put in, "that would've been a pretty short novel."
"Okay, but…that third-act breakup.Was it really necessary?"
