Page 120 of Twist of Fate
“You want to stay at your place or mine tonight?” Finn asks as we stroll hand in hand into our apartment building. It’s Sunday night, and we’ve just come back from our weekend in Clare with my family.
Myfamily. I have a family.
I still can’t get over saying that.
They sent us on our way with a car full of leftovers and desserts, making us promise we’d come back to visit soon. Lonnie had already asked if we’d join them for Christmas. Thankfully, Finn wasn’t around at the time because I had no idea how to respond.Oh, actually, can I get back to you on that? Finn and I need to firm up our relationship status. Okay, thanks.
Ugh.
“I’d ask which has the most food in the fridge, but seeing as Lonnie stocked us up with enough food to last through winter, I’d say it doesn’t matter.”
Finn’s laughter echoes through the lobby as we head to the elevator. I wave to the night shift attendant, but he’s busy on a call, so my gesture goes unnoticed. Oh well, it’s the thought that counts, right? “She does know how to feed a crowd, that’s for sure. Oh—I almost forgot. I need to check the mail. Do you want to head up without me?”
“Sure.” Being the gentleman he is, he offers to carry the suitcase, leaving me with Lonnie’s leftovers.
“You’ll check mine while you’re there, right?”
“I guess I could.” He’s teasing. I don’t even remember the last time I checked my own damn mail. “If properly rewarded, that is.”
“Rewarded, huh?” I press the elevator button and lean in to give him a light kiss before he leaves. “Well, let’s see. Is that pint of ice cream I bought still in your freezer?”
“I think so. Why?”
“I guess you’ll just have to wait and see,” I say as the doors open. He stands there while I step onto the elevator, and the doors close behind me.
Less than ten seconds later, I got a text.
Finn
Do you know how difficult it is to walk with a hard-on?
Me
No, actually. Do tell.
Finn
No, I’ve got a better idea. Get naked. It’s time for dessert.
I’m so distracted texting him back while simultaneously thinking about him licking ice cream off my naked body that I don’t even bother looking up from my phone when I step off the elevator.
If I did, I probably would have noticed the man at my door.
“Ash?”
My head jerks up at the sound of my name. Standing in front of Finn’s flat, I can see Theo as clear as day, sitting on the floor with his back against my door. He has a small duffel bag by his side, and he looks rough. His clothes are rumpled, and his dark hair is a disheveled mess.
“What are you doing here?”
“I came to see you,” he replies as if it’s obvious. As if showing up unannounced at my door is perfectly normal.
Which begs the question?—
“How did you get in?” I’m still standing in front of Finn’s door. My purse is slung over my shoulder, and the bag of leftovers awkwardly hangs at my side. I feel…frozen. Unfortunately, Theo doesn’t seem to share the same affliction; he springs to his feet and closes the distance between us in a few short strides.
“The doorman let me in, Ash,” he answers, a hint of annoyance in his tone. “I’m on your approved guest list.”
Shit. I forgot about that. But then again, I didn’t expect my ex-fiancé to suddenly drop by when he lives in an entirely different country.
