Craving The Wrong Brother

me. Who does this

eplies, not even

s. "I do want to see

ing fun of the plain, awkward friend? Or i

't want to stick

he crowd, heading for the restro

hant silently. What did I e

t the sink, staring at my refl

ther," I mutter. "T

racting him from Delilah, I've pushed him into the arms of Amber. And now I'm h

yself to go back out there. I'm a grown woman. I can handle watching my

, scanning the dancefloor for Finn's fa

college-aged girls taking selfies. Panic flares in my chest as I push t

rapped around Amber's waist, her head thrown back in laughter at some

it, ignoring the curses

t outside, just in time to see Finn

oing?" I hurry toward them, my

ed. "We're taking the

cided to ta

that familiar gesture I usually find captivating. But tonight, it just feeds my anger.

r eyes. "Chill, Mom

keys from Finn's hand. "You two are d

, but she slides in

ting my eyes. I slam the door b

dark streets, trying to ignore what's happening in my rearview mirror. But it's

but even that can't d

u so bad,"

ere, right now,"

makes my s

ng you both right out the window," I say, s

ctically in Finn's lap, her lipstick smeared across

iles. "Wanna join us?" Her tongue darts

rive us of

ice comes out

e always wanted to

arview mirror. He can tell I'm

ts him off. "Your hot little nerd friend, all worked up an

he car windows don't fog. "You're dr

honest. What do you say, Sloane? You, me, and Finn? I

oken my deepest, most guarded secret out loud, thrown it into the air between us like it's nothing.

the road ahead, afraid to look in the mirror a

says. "You're making

what Sloane is thinking? That's why you followed F

the curb. "Get out," I say, my voice sh

come on,"

Take an Uber to your

s breaking. "Oh my god, I was rig

n hisses. "T

o idea what Finn means to me. No concept of the depth of feelings I have

g as I turn to face t

mber, who's still laughing as she stumbles onto the sidewalk. I don't wait to see where they

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week, I ignor

let it. It pings

it will overwrite the humili

ike a cockroach. He a

me, Sloane?" he

f my cubicle like he owns the building. His hair is a tousled mes

you in?

st has a crush

ck to my screen. "Can we ta

anywhere until

enna from accounting literally just nudged Carla fr

oice down?" I hiss. "

like they're c

o full of

e? Is it... that time of

this mot

rd him, eyes narrowing

s in surrender. "Jesus, Sloane. W

usly acting like he doesn't know? F

roat tight. "What

jacket and tosses so

s that?

, North Carolina. I booked i

s is headed. "Why are you giv

crashing Deli