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So yeah, I knew she had feelings for me. I saw it. I wasn’t blind. The way she looked at me when she thought I wasn’t paying attention. The way she’d roll her eyes at whatever girl was clinging to me that week. I just hoped she’d never say it out loud. That I’d never have to say no and watch our friendship crack open down the middle.
Even now, I don’t want this relationship to end.
I can’t imagine life without her. Without her dry wit. Her judgmental eyebrows. Her oddly timed texts. Without her.
“Of course you love me,” I say, trying to sound pravte That’s the way of things.” frie ‘on’t love each other? I love you. You love me.
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She doesn’t respond. My damage control isn’t working.
I add, “It was stupid of me to ask. My mom just put these weird thoughts in my head, and I let it get to me. I’m sorry.”
I can feel her staring at the side of my face, eyes cutting through every lie.
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But she lets it go.
“Today was a long day,” she says.
“It was.”
“I can’t wait to get on plane tomorrow.”
“Me too.”
She hesitates, then says, “Does this mean you’ve given up on Delilah?”
The answer is simple.
No.
Delilah is lightning in a bottle. There’s no one else like her. No clones. No doppelgangers. And yeah, she’s toxic. But I’ve tasted her chaos, and I want it. I crave it. Whoever experiences her would understand why.
But I can’t say that to Sloane.
“I think so,” I say instead. “She’s made her choice. We’ll be there tomorrow to celebrate with her, wish her a happy marriage.”
Sloane hums. She doesn’t believe me.
The rest of the ride is quiet. I stare at the road. She stares at the window. The silence between us is heavy. Every bump on the road shakes something loose in me. Panic.
I don’t want to lose her.
But I already agreed to.
Knox isn’t bluffing. He never is. If I don’t give him space to pursue her, he’ll ruin my plans with Delilah. But how do I make Sloane stay away from me without her knowing I’m pushing her?
How do I make Knox believe I’ve ended things? There has to be a way to fake the distance. Just enough to let him make his move. Just enough to get Delilah back.
We pull into the driveway, and before I can even turn off the engine, she’s out of the car and walking fast toward the house. I follow, stepping into the warmth of the foyer, where my father is flipping through a men’s magazine.
“Hope you didn’t wreck the car,” he says without looking up.
“I didn’t. But if I did, I’m sure you’d just get a new one.”
“Oh no,” he replies. “You wreck anything of mine now, you’re paying for it. Welcome to adulthood.”
“Noted, Dad. Goodnight.”
“Finn,” he calls after me, “you might be an adult, but I don’t condone sex under my roof.”
I freeze halfway up the stairs. “What?”
“You and your ‘friend”,” he says. “No sex in this house.”
I just stand there, staring at the back of his head. I don’t have the energy to argue.
I climb the rest of the stairs in silence, passing Sloane’s room on my way to mine. But then I hesitate. I haven’t said goodnight.
I push open the door.
“Sloane?”
She’s there. Coat off. Dress halfway unzipped. Her chest bare.
“Finn, what the hell!” she shouts.
I shut the door and practically flee down the hall, trying not to think about the fact that I just saw her naked.
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I sleep like shit. It’s difficult to get a good rest when you’re dreaming about ending things with your best friend.
I wake just after five a.m.
I’m going to fix this. Sloane just needs to stay away from me during the wedding. Just enough to let Knox ruin things. I’m sure if I talk to her in the right manner, she’ll do it for me.
I grab the house’s spare keys and my phone from the nightstand.
Leaving my room, I head for Sloane’s room, careful not to make too much noise in the hallway. Mom’s a light sleeper.
I reach Sloane’s door. Locked, as expected.
It would be pointless to knock. She sleeps like a corpse and isn’t due to wake up for at least another two hours.
I pick a key and twist.. Say My Name
The room is dark. I wait for my eyes to adjust, then move to the bed, sit, and shine my phone’s screen on her face.
She’s still asleep, curled on the bed. Mouth slightly open. No glasses. Hair a mess. Sometimes I forget how different she looks with the glasses off.
To be honest, I don’t know why I’m here.
I brush a finger through her hair.
She shifts. Whispers something. I almost don’t catch it.
“Knox.”
My stomach twists.
I turn on the bedside lamp. Climb under the covers. Lie beside her.
“It’s Finn,” I whisper to her face. “If you’re going to say a name in your sleep, say mine.”
She doesn’t stir.
That’s when I realize she’s naked.
I lift the blanket, just a little, more out of instinct than intention. And suddenly I can’t look away.
My eyes travel over her skin.
Her breasts are soft, flushed from the heat of sleep, the swell of them rising with every breath. Her stomach is smooth, delicate, the kind of softness that makes you want to trace it with your mouth just to see if she shivers. Her hips curve out from her waist, bare and warm and so close to me. I can feel the heat radiating off her skin.
My throat goes dry. Something tightens low in my gut.
And then something else stirs-slow, dark, undeniable. An ache I’m not proud of.
My body reacts anyway. I clench my jaw, shutting my eyes, trying to force it down. Trying to tell myself that this isn’t the time. That this isn’t how I want to remember her. That I shouldn’t be looking at her like this.
I lower the blanket, swallowing hard, and pull it gently over her again-shielding her from me.
Then I gather her closer, drawing her head to my chest. listen to her breathing. I try to match it. I try to pretend my heart isn’t racing.
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