the right word for it. At least not the one I’d pick to do it justice.”
“What word would you use, then?”
“Transcendent,” I mutter softly, still trapped within the surreal scenery.
As Finn’s silence lingers a bit too long, I turn to look down at him and see a wide, boyish smile shining on his face, which is almost just as stunning as the stars above us. He must sense my gaze on him because one minute he’s consumed with the specks of light over our heads, and the next he’s looking into my eyes.
“You’re missing the view,” he whispers, his tongue licking his suddenly dry lips.
I don’t think I am, pretty boy. The view looks mighty fine from where I’m sitting.
I watch his Adam’s apple bob away, his gaze still transfixed on mine, and my pulse begins to accelerate just by watching his own blue eyes light to life. Thankfully, he breaks the spell and begins to shake his head, pushing back whatever sultry thought had popped into that mind of his. Just when I’m thinking I’m out of the woods, he disarms me, yet again, by throwing one of his genuine, shy smiles my way, which seems to always make my knees weak. Not that I’ll ever let on to the fact that those suckers have become my kryptonite. It will be a cold day in hell before I admit that Finn Walker has any effect on me whatsoever.
“Come here, you little brat,” he orders playfully, before pulling me down to lie right beside him.
His bicep serves as a pillow to keep my head off the cold ground, so I don’t know if I should be thankful he’s being thoughtful or pissed that his burly tree-trunk for an arm is trapped under me and I can’t do anything about it.
“Relax, Stone. Just take it all in,” he breathes in my ear, and the gooseflesh my body is suddenly conflicted with, has nothing to do with the chill of the night around us, and everything to do with Finn’s strapping body scorching the left side of my petite frame.
Instead of making him aware of the cruel torture he’s putting me under, I do as he says and just lie there, admiring every inch of the marvel above us. Just when I’m becoming semi-relaxed, Finn breaks the silence with his husky, low voice, the very one that always gets my lady parts all tingly and stupid.
“I’m happy you’re able to see the beauty in this. Not many people do.”
I turn to my side, propping my elbow on the towel as my palm keeps my head in place, so I can look down at him.
“I have to confess, you surprised me tonight, and that doesn’t happen very often,” I admit.
He picks up a lock of my hair and begins to play with it, entwining the blue-colored strands around his fingers.
“That’s a shame. A girl like you deserves to be surprised more often.”
“I’d rather not have many pop up on me if I can help it. Most of the surprises I’ve endured in my life are either headaches or heartaches. I prefer the mundane and predictable, thank you very much.”
“Huh,” he huffs out, sounding surprised himself with my little confession.
“What?”
“Nothing. It’s just, the word ‘predictable’ is something I would never tie in the same sentence with you,” he explains, still playing with my hair as if it were his to touch.
Wish I could have another go at his too, but if I start touching him, I’m not sure I’ll be able to play with his hair only. You can’t expect to have a tempting slice of devil’s food cake flaunted in a hungry girl’s face without her taking a big bite out of it. No one has that level of restraint. Especially if the said girl has been on a self-imposed diet for way too long. And when I say diet, I mean sex. And Finn here is sex on a stick, just waving it in my face and taunting me to have a lick.
“Well, I never took you for a stargazer, either. Guess we both learned something new about each other tonight,” I say, instead of what is really running through my mind.
“We did, didn’t we?” He smiles widely, making the idiotic organ inside my chest do cartwheels.
Settle down, bitch. He’s just a cute boy with a nice smile, not the damn Powerball winning ticket.
Before I do something stupid, like kiss Finn for the second time today, I pull myself up and grab