Finn
FINN
I locked my room door, stripped off my clothes—needing to remove any trace of Jasper’s scent from me—and headed to the ensuite, catching sight of myself in the full-length mirror. My scars glinted in the light. I’d felt out of place and unlovable for most of my life. My dad’s reaction to my sexuality was the final nail in the coffin of my self-esteem, and I’d struggled ever since. No amount of accolades through my dancing, no amount of reassurance from Bobby and my friends was ever enough, no amount of chasing people to give me what I craved was ever satisfying enough.
And here I was again, the universe proving that I wasn’t worthy of something good.
Turning on the shower, I stepped under the water and burst into tears, telling myself I could have a minute or two to fall apart before I pushed down my feelings and forgot Jasper was anything but my boss. Then, when we got back to England, it was time to look for a new job.