Chapter 20 Alexis
ALEXIS
My lips still tingle as I meet Marcee at the base of the stairs.
Finn and I almost kissed! In the light of day, no shadows to hide in, no excuses for it being late, or not knowing the other was around.
The way he watched me—the way we closed the distance between us felt like an invisible force was guiding us together.
I don’t think I have ever felt like this before, and I don’t know what to make of it.
Then guilt washes over me when I hear Marcee coming down the stairs. She would be so pissed if she found out. Why the fuck does Finn have to be so perfect, everything I want for my future?
Marcee thinks me spilling eggs on myself is just about the funniest thing ever.
She happily lends me a shirt for breakfast, and I take a few extra minutes cleaning up in the bathroom while I sort through all the feelings rioting in my brain.
When I finally work up the courage to head downstairs, Finn is setting all the food on the table, complete with a pitcher of freshly squeezed orange juice.
It’s such a domestic scene I almost giggle.
Then I notice Marcee there, chatting easily with her dad, and I feel like a piece of shit.
She brought me out here because life has sucked lately, and I made a move on her dad, of all people.
Finn keeps shooting glances at me all throughout breakfast. I don’t speak during the meal, too lost in thought, but I think I manage to smile and laugh at all the right places.
Marcee offers to do the dishes since Finn and I cooked.
Normally, I would jump in and help too, but I need to get my head on straight.
So instead, I ask to borrow her keys, saying I'm going shopping and will be back for dinner.
Marcee smiles and I know she's happy to get some time alone with her dad.
As I pull out of the driveway, I look up the spas in the area; maybe a massage will help me chill out.
A massage was a mistake. What I gave myself was an hour to obsess and re-obsess over the events of the last twelve hours.
Replaying the look in his eyes, the possessive way he tilted my face to his.
Fuck, the way his breath caressed my lips as he hovered, ready to kiss me.
I’ve had a crush on Finn for what seems like forever, but this weekend, things have changed.
He isn’t just my friend's cute dad, or the father figure that was there for me all the times my own dad wasn’t.
Finn is kind, smart, and sexy as hell. If I were to imagine the perfect guy for me, it would be him, one hundred percent.
Well, all except for the fact that he’s my best friend's dad. Is there any conceivable way a night with him wouldn’t blow up in my face? Nope, I didn’t think so.
After the massage, I head to the pier, letting my feet dangle off the side as I sit staring out over the water.
I stay there for over an hour going over everything and realizing with a laugh that I’ve probably built it all up in my head.
First, there’s no guarantee that Finn was watching me get off.
Also, he is a red-blooded male, and my top was basically see-through, so I can’t read too much into that.
The shower…well, I can’t be sure he said my name.
Honestly, I probably heard it because it was what I wanted to hear.
After a hearty pep talk and reminding myself that he is way too good for me, and there is no way a guy like Finn could be interested in a girl like me, I search the boardwalk for a pastry shop, wanting to return with dessert for everyone tonight.
Marcee:
Hey girl, you get lost? Come back, Dad’s making pizza, and I was thinking maybe we could head back to our place after. Tanner got back early and wants to hang.
Disappointment floods through me. We’re leaving already.
I thought Marcee was spending the whole weekend here.
Blowing out a breath, I turn down the winding road leading to Finn’s house.
It’s probably for the best. Finn surely is ready for Marcee’s slutty friend to get out of his house already.
With a sad smile, I crank up the radio and drive into the sunset, trying desperately not to remember the way I spent the sunrise today.