Phoebe
I raised a brow at him, questioning his sudden interruption. He leaned casually on the edge of the table, his tone confident as he mentioned the strategy meeting for the tournament. The moment he said it, I seized the opportunity, snapping my notebook shut and apologizing to Tyra for cutting our session short. Though reluctant, she nodded in understanding before I hurriedly gathered my things and followed Finley out.
Once we were out of earshot, I glanced at him. “You didn’t really need me for this, did you?”
Finley smirked but didn’t look at me, his hands shoved casually in his pockets. “Maybe I did. Or maybe I just saved you from a painfully awkward tutoring session.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Why do I feel like you enjoyed that so much?”
“Because I did.” His grin widened as he gl
