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“Then leave,” Fionn says, his voice thick.
Eilish’s head turns toward him. “Fionn.”
His eyes stay hidden under the cap, but I know where they are. On my face. On my mouth. On every inch of me.
I lift my glass and take a drink. “Well, now that you’ve told me to leave, guess I’ll have to piss you off and stay.”
“Do you really think that’s what it takes to piss me off?”
Eilish exhales a groan. “I’m going to need a stronger drink to get through this.”
Fionn looks at her then, just long enough to come across as polite. “You knew this would happen.”
“I thought Metallica would be a starting point.”
“What? That we’d drive off into the sunset together playing ‘Nothing Else Matters’?”
I smile before I can stop myself because, irritatingly, that deserves a tip of the cap.
Eilish catches it instantly. “You just smiled at him.”
I reach for my rum and coke. “That was indigestion.”
“The two of you,” she says with a sigh. “You’re both impossible in exactly the same way.”
“I’m nothing like him.”
“Yeah, actually,” she says. “You’re more alike than you think.”
“How could ya say that when he’s so full of himself?”
“What are you full of, Sera?” Fionn asks, smirking, and fuck, he almost has me speechless. “Salty snack, anyone?”
My cheeks blaze, and I shift in my seat.
Bastard.
Eilish takes a crisp and crunches loudly while I sit here, knowing he came inside me, and trying hard and failing to think of a decent comeback.
Fionn reaches for the crisps at the same time as I do. His fingers brush over mine and stay a half-second past accidental before we both pull back.
“Seems like you both enjoy salt and vinegar too,” Eilish says slowly, looking between us.
Paddy sets a glass of water in front of Fionn and puts a tall glass of rum and coke on a coaster.
Fionn takes a drink. I hate that my eyes follow the movement of his throat as he swallows.
“Water?” I say when he lowers the glass.
“I’ve been training.”
“For what?”
His lips quirk. “To fight.”
“Wow, so winning doesn’t come naturally. You have to work for it.”
Eilish snorts.
