Chapter 4Finn woke up to the sound of a text message. Shifting in bed, he cracked his eyes open at his phone’s sudden “ding!” but did not grab it immediately. Instead, he yawned, stretched, and settled in even more comfortably. Ethan still slept beside him, his dark hair stuck up in several places. Finn wanted to tug on each coarse strand.
When the phone dinged again, Finn finally rolled over and swiped it from the bedside table. It was from Julian:
Mind if I come over? I’ll bring coffee.
Finn smiled at the screen and quickly responded:
Sure. Just get me whatever.
Finn used to not like coffee unless it had been drowned in sugar and syrup. He discovered, however, that working for hours on end on set often required at least one or two cups of normal, adult-flavored coffee. He eyed the w
