This time, I do ask for a Paper Plane.
And then another—and then another.
Well, I wasn’t exactly planning on it. But these men are really driving me crazy.
It starts with Finn. He approaches me almost as soon as I get outside, asking to talk to me in private. Dean does his whole growl-y thing, and I heave a dramatic sigh before telling Finn that I’ll meet him by the water as soon as I have a drink in my hand.
“We’re not going off together,” I remind Dean as I stand next to him at the outdoor tiki bar, awaiting my drink. “We’ll literally be in eyeshot.”
“I thought you hated him,” he whines. “I thought you were never going to forgive him. Can we get back to that?”
“I thought you were far too confident to get insecure and jealous,” I counter swiftly. “Can we get back to that?”
“That wa
