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“You’re not even going to change your outfit?” he calls. “Maybe wear something longer?”
“Why?” I shout back. “I love the shorts.”
“Yeah, and now everyone’s going to see the legs that belong to me.”
I roll my eyes and head to the back of his car, tapping the trunk with my knuckles. When Knox opens it, I toss my bag in.
Then I hear it-footsteps pounding across the porch. I turn to see that Finn has burst out of the house, his hair a mess, Delilah trailing behind him in her wedding gown.
“Sloane!” he yells. “What the hell? Where are you going?”
I don’t answer. Just open the passenger door, slide into Knox’s car, and slam the door shut.
My hands tremble slightly as I click the seatbelt into place.
Cinn ie velling something again, something unintelligible.
Know glances at me. “You didn’t tell him you were leaving?”
Know shifts into gear but waits. Finn’s sprinting toward us now. He reaches the car just in time to slap the side mirror and grab the locked door handle, rattling it like it might give way
I’m coming for you. Know he shouts. “You won’t get away with this!”
Knox rolls his eyes. “Very original”
He presses the gas, and we lurch forward. In the rearview mirror, I watch as Finn kicks a hedge in frustration and Delilah just stands there, arms wrapped around herself, looking like a broken doll in silk.
My phone starts ringing
I silence it and stare out the
“You’re going to have to confront him, you know? Knox says.
I don’t want to
I didn’t think you were capable of ghosting anyone. Let alone Finn.”
“Well’ i murmur you don’t know me very well.
“But I will, Bunny. Or should I call you Car
“Just drive Know, I say smiling despite everything
The phone rings again. And again. Message notifications come next. I don’t open a single one.
Finally, I grower in off
We dive in silence for a while, winding through the eriges of kaheville, and we get to the airport. We pass through the private teresimal and onto the farmmar The jet awaits, and after a few minutes of processing, we’re boarding
Amside, i comme face for face with insu
He’s sitting by one of the windows, knocking back whiskey like it’s water When he sees me, he freezes, “Akanter:” | start, mostly out of exclamation rather than actually having something to say
‘Doxit” he says “Tim only on this fight but how this place immediately. And Knox had already paid. So we’re just passengers. Rathing more You two sit there is here. No communication;”
Inox moulins, “So sorry” as the lets me to the sets near the rear i settle into one by the window, and he takes the one theside me, keeping one of his hands on my lug
Hamber glanes all us for a moment tango, they looks avay, his gaze in fixed firmly out the window now, jaw clenched, kmacies while around this whiskey glass
This is going to the a long awkward fight
But what is ewes mare unsettling is the thought of what happens when Finn comes back home. He knows where I live. He knows where i work he has the contact formation of everyone in my life, and I know how relentless he can be when he wants something what he decides not to let me ga?. He Knows Where I Live
Knox glances at me. “You didn’t tell him you were leaving?”
“No.”
Knox shifts into gear but waits. Finn’s sprinting toward us now. He reaches the car just in time to slap the side mirror and grab the locked door handle, rattling it like it might give way.
“I’m coming for you, Knox!” he shouts. “You won’t get away with this!”
Knox rolls his eyes. “Very original.”
He presses the gas, and we lurch forward. In the rearview mirror, I watch as Finn Kicks a hedge in frustration and Delilah just stands there, arms wrapped around herself, looking like a broken doll in silk.
My phone starts ringing.
Finn.
I silence it and stare out the window.
“You’re going to have to confront him, you know,” Knox says.
“I don’t want to.”
“I didn’t think you were capable of ghosting anyone. Let alone Finn.”
“Well,” I murmur, “you don’t know me very well.”
“But I will, Bunny. Or should I call you Cat?”
“Just drive, Knox,” I say, smiling despite everything.
The phone rings again. And again. Message notifications come next. I don’t open a single one.
Finally, I power it off.
We drive in silence for a while, winding through the edges of Asheville, until we get to the airport. We pass through the private terminal and onto the tarmac. The jet awaits, and after a few minutes of processing, we’re boarding.
Inside, I come face-to-face with Hunter.
He’s sitting by one of the windows, knocking back whiskey like it’s water. When he sees me, he freezes.
“Hunter” I start, mostly out of exclamation rather than actually having something to say.
“Don’t,” he says. “I’m only on this flight because I need to leave this place immediately. And Knox had already paid. So we’re just passengers. Nothing more. You two sit there. I sit here. No communication.”
I nod.
Knox mouths, “So sorry,” as he leads me to the seats near the rear. I settle into one by the window, and he takes the one beside me, keeping one of his hands on my lap.
Hunter glares at us for a moment longer, then looks away. His gaze is fixed firmly out the window now, jaw clenched, knuckles white around his whiskey glass.
This is going to be a long, awkward flight.
But what is even more unsettling is the thought of what happens when Finn comes back home. He knows where I live. He knows where I work. He has the contact information of everyone in my life, and I know how relentless he can be when he wants something. What if he decides not to let me go?
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~~FINN~~
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Delilah is panting and bouncing on top of me, her manicured hands braced on my chest. She throws her head back like she’ s in the middle of some kind of religious experience, but all I feel is the weight of her-skin against skin, motion without meaning.
My mind is elsewhere.
I’m not even in the room.
I’m in Asheville.
Still in that damn house.
Still stuck in the moment Sloane slammed the car door and refused to look back at me.