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Get In My Pants
“It’s okay,” I whisper. “I’m fine.”
He pulls back, inspecting my face. “Were you crying?”
“I’m fine, Finn.”
My eyes dart to Knox. He’s leaning against the wall, arms crossed, expression unreadable. Beside him, Victoria gives me a long look, her attention alternating between me and Knox, who still hasn’t moved or looked away from me.
“Let’s go back to the house,” Finn says.
“That’d be a great idea,” Victoria adds, stepping forward. “This party has really wom me down.”
I want to speak to Knox. Say something. Anything. But my throat is dry.
Finally, I manage, “See you tomorrow, Knox.”
He doesn’t respond.
“Come on, Sloane,” Finn says.
I follow, letting him lead me away, but after making it a few steps toward the exit, Knox calls behind us.
“Wait.”
We turn.
“Finn,” Knox says. “You’ve stalled enough. What’s your answer? Are you in or not?”
I stare at Finn, curious, but he looks away, guilt written all over him.
“I’m in,” he says quietly. “But do it tomorrow. So nothing goes wrong.”
“Great,” Knox says. “Do mine tonight.”
Finn clenches his jaw, then turns without a word and starts walking, pulling me along. I follow him, casting one last look over my shoulder.
Knox is staring at me.
He blows a kiss. Mouths, “Goodnight, Kitten.”
My stomach flips.
I turn around again, suddenly needing to know what their code words back there meant.
“What was that about?” I ask Finn.
“Nothing you need to worry about.”
We walk out of the building and into the parking lot. I see Victoria heading to her car just ahead as I climb into the passenger seat of Finn’s father’s ride.
Finn starts driving.
His finger taps against the steering wheel. Again. Again. The silence in the car is heavy.
I check my phone.
I don’t know why I expect to see a message from Knox.
There’s nothing there.
It makes me… ache.
I glance up to find Finn quickly looking away.
“What is it?” I ask. “You’ve been acting weird the past few minutes.”
He hesitates.
“I just… I have this thing I want to ask you,” he says, voice low. “But I don’t know how.”
“What thing?”
“Promise to be honest?”
“When have I ever lied to you?”
He exhales. Long. Heavy.
“Sloane, do you have feelings for me?”
My heart skips. “What?”
He keeps talking. “It’s not like I never guessed you were crushing on me in college. I mean… who didn’t?”
My pulse quickens.
“I just need to know if it ever went beyond a silly crush,” he says, his voice tight. “Was our friendship ever real? Or have you
Get In My Pants spent the last ten years just trying to get in my pants?”
Say My Name
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~~FINN~~
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To be honest, the words sounded a lot better in my head when I formed them.
There’s a difference between planning the perfect conversation and actually speaking it out loud. Sloane’s eyes are locked on me now, narrowed. I’d been searching for the cleanest way to honor Knox’s deal, because I know my brother-he’s unhinged, and he meant every word he said. So I have to do this. Let Sloane go. Even if it’s just for now. Knox’s obsessions don’t last long. They burn bright and fast, and then they’re gone. He’ll move on. I’ll get Sloane back. And Delilah-Delilah will be mine once again. That’s how this plays out. That’s how it’s supposed to play out.
But I can’t do it.
I can’t.
The moment I picture Sloane not speaking to me, not sitting beside me, not texting me to tell me how stupid I am, not looking at me like I’m still some kind of good-it’s like the air’s been sucked out of the car. My chest tightens. My breath shortens. She’s been my only real friend for years. The one constant. The only thing that’s ever made sense. If I lose her, what the hell do I have left?
“I beg your pardon?” she says.
This is the moment. My cue to double down, make it messy, burn it all so I can walk away clean. That was the plan. Get angry. Accuse her of being dishonest. Break the friendship and free her for Knox to devour.
Only… I can’t.
My fingers tap nervously on the steering wheel. My throat is dry. The words I was supposed to say are now choking me.
“I… uh,” I start, then stop. “That didn’t come out right. I’m sorry.”
“No shit, Finn. I was just about to ask you to stop the car.”
I chuckle, attempting to break the tension. “It’s my mom,” I say. “She mentioned it. I told her she was wrong, but it’s been stuck in my head for a while. I meant to ask you. Just… didn’t know how.”
“Your mom told you I want to get in your pants?”
I wince at the mistake of adding Mom into this. “Yeah.”
“And you believed her enough to ask me? If I’m in love with you? If I want to screw you?”
Well, it’s not like I asked any question I don’t know the answer to.
I’ve always known.
Since the day she sat next to me in that economics lecture, claiming she got the room wrong. I didn’t believe her. Not for a second. Before that, I’d seen her everywhere. In the hallway outside my journalism class. In the library when I studied late. At every campus event I attended, always hovering a few feet away. I’d catch her glancing over her glasses, then ducking her head like she didn’t want to be seen. She was stalking me. This strange girl with her bangs and glasses was my college stalker.
At first, it had annoyed me. Then it started to amuse me. Most girls who crushed on me were loud about it. Also, they weren’t overly intelligent nerds who constantly had their noses stuck in a book. When she pretended to miss her way and dropped into a seat beside me the day we officially met, I remember thinking, what the hell, might as well keep her around. But she turned out to be funny. Sharp-tongued when she wanted to be. Brutal in her honesty. And she hated every single person I hung out with, especially the ones I took to bed. That alone was entertaining enough to keep her close.
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