Chapter 11Side by side, breathing as one, Finn’s head was on my chest, his cast resting at my waist. My hand was inside the strap sleeve of the tank top. I sensed having my touch there was making him uncomfortable, so I moved.
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay.” Finn holding my hand wasn’t so bad, either. “I wish…”
He moved toward the top of the bed a little and sat forward. “I don’t want to make you regret what we just did.”
“Finn…”
“It’s a thing. Remember my ex who I mentioned a while ago?”
“Yeah.”
“We were junior high and high school sweethearts. That term leaves a bitter taste in my mouth, now. I thought he was the one. My forever. We went off to college together. He joined the swim team and went all healthy and exercise-y stupid, like…”
“Like me?” It was a fair assessment. When I offered a
