Finn stretches lazily before tilting his head toward me, smirking as if he knows exactly what’s going on in my head.“You don’t really think I’m gross.”
Then, because he is the absolute worst, he reaches overand tugs my braid before pushing up to his feet, grabbing his bike, and heading toward the track.
I watch him go, my face still burning, and Dane sighs beside me.“You have to stop that.”
I tear my eyes away. “Stop what?”
He gives me a look. A big brother, I’m-about-to-ruin-your-life kind of look. “He’s ten years older than you. I think he’d go to jail if he even thought about doing what you just thought about him doing to you.”
I make a strangled noise. “I never said that I wanted to?—”
“Sure,” Dane cuts me off with a raised eyebrow, not buying my shit. “I’m just saying… that will never be a thing, and I don’t want you getting hurt over something that’s so far out of the realm of what’s possible.”
I scowl. “I’m not getting hurt.”
“Good. How about Steven?”
I blink. “Who?”
“Or was it Stefan?” Dane shrugs. “That guy from the junior league. The one who tried to get your number last week.”
I wrinkle my nose. “Ew.”
Dane grins. “Come on, he’s not that bad. He actually lands his jumps, which is more than I can say for half the guys you race with.”
“I literally just watched him eat shit on the track yesterday.”
He laughs. “Okay, fine, bad example. What about Payne? He’s a solid rider, and he just applied for a spot on our team for next year when you all move up to elite.”
“He did?” I shift my weight, thinking about the one guy in the junior league who doesn’t leer or talk over me, the only one who even comes close to Finn looks wise, though they’re nothing alike. Mason Payne is fast, focused, and quiet. Hedoesn’t look at me like I don’t belong, but only because he doesn’t look at me at all, even though I watch him probably too closely. He always rides angry, and somehow, I get that. “I’ve never even talked to him. It’s not like we’re friends.”
Dane shrugs. “That could change.”
Before I can change the subject, Finn rolls up, wiping sweat from his forehead. “What are we talking about?”
“Nothi…” I start, but a hiccup cuts me off.
Finn smirks.Fuck.
Dane grins up at him. “Alaina’s thinking about dating one of the junior league guys.”
“Oh yeah?”Finn’s brows shoot up, eyes flicking between us. “Thought she was too good for the junior league boys?”
I glare. “I hate you both.”
“Nah. You love me.” Finn chuckles, and then he’s gone, leaving me to suffer as Dane huffs a laugh beside me.
I am never coming to the BMX track again, unless he’s here.
Which is the fucking problem.
CHAPTER FOUR
Finn
Well,fuck.
I think I might be having a stroke.
