“You ready then?” Finn asks as he sticks his head around the doorframe of my bedroom looking me up and down before giving me a thumbs up.
“Um…” I smooth my hands down my jeans and pluck at the hem of my oversized top. Nerves course through me. It’s stupid, I know, but I’m going on a date. With Jackson. A date that he had invited me on the moment he boarded the plane back to England.
“I don’t know how to do this, Finn!” The exasperation in my voice earns a chuckle from Finn who stands there looking smug. “I know how to flirt, I know how to f**k, I know how to creep out in the wee hours of the morning. I just haven’t got a bloody clue what I’m supposed to do on a date… like a proper date.”
“Relax, Kit Kat,” Finn says with a sigh. “Like we talked about… He picks you up, you go watch some m
