Page 26 of Finn Rhodes Forever

“Finn.” Emmett’s eyes widened. Holden and Wyatt watched in amusement.

My gaze stayed on Liv’s face as I made my way around the bar behind the counter. When I stopped a foot from her, her eyes dropped to my mouth once, then came back up to my eyes. Energy rushed through my blood. She blinked at me, swallowing, as a flush crept up her throat.

“You’re not supposed to be back here,” she managed.

I gave her a soft smile, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear. “Can’t I give mygirlfrienda kiss goodbye?”

“Girlfriend.” Her chest rose and fell.

“Mhm. Or is it too soon? Because it’s not too soon for me, Liv. I know what I want.”

Come on, play with me.

She snorted. “Fine.”

My eyebrows lifted in delight. “Yeah?”

She shrugged. “Sure. Whatever. I don’t care.”

“Alright.” I took a step toward her, aware of everyone in the vicinity staring at us. “Here I come.”

She swallowed again. The flush crept up to her cheeks and she looked so fucking adorable, blushing with her freckles like that. “Ready whenever you are.”

I paused an inch from her mouth, waiting for her to meet me the rest of the way. Up close, her eyes were flecked with honey. Her chest rose and fell, and her breath tickled my lips.

My eyes saidI dare you. Her gaze dropped to my lips before she dropped a quick peck on my mouth. Before I could even register what happened, she was hustling to the other end of the bar.

“Goodnight,” she called in a strangled voice.

I grinned after her. “Goodnight, baby,” I called back.

“This is going to be a fucking disaster,” Holden muttered, shaking his head at me.

I beamed at him. A renewed sense of resolve flooded my veins.

Liv still had feelings for me, and I was going to do everything I could to show her I wasn’t the same guy who broke her heart.

12

Olivia

Finn’sfront door swung open and he stepped back, eyes going wide as he took in my shirt.

“Wow,” he said, rolling his mouth into a thin line, eyes bright. “That is ashirt.”

“Oh, this?” I looked down at myself, pinching the fabric of my oversized polyester button-up and holding it out. It was from my dad’s Halloween costume last year, when he dressed as Guy Fieri, Mayor of Flavortown. “Do you like it?”

I looked up, daring him to say he didn’t.

His mouth curled up as he met my gaze. “I love it.”

My eyebrows lifted. “Really? You love it?”

His gaze raked down my shapeless form. The shirt hung past my butt, it was so long. “Oh, yeah. You look cute.”

“I’m wearing it on our date.”

“I hoped you would.”

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