Finn – Double
What the hell was Delilah playing at?
She had gone upstairs to change in to her bikini and the next time I had spotted her , she was hanging off Juice, like he the best thing since sliced bread. I hadn’t staked my claim then because I wasn’t a possessive asshole.
Well I was but I didn’t want to be that guy with her. Even though there was no other woman in the world I would get possessive over.
Delilah and Juice were friends.
Just friends.
And that’s what I reminded myself over and over again as the sun went down and Delilah got more and more wasted.
But when she got up on that old table, her bright yellow bikini capturing every males attention and started dancing? When people started cat calling her?
That’s when I finally gave in to the jealousy.
“You forgot to m
