Rage bubbled under the surface watching Finigan flirt with Lourde, all right in front of my eyes.
Silently, it built as I watched her talk politics, architecture, and worldly events from entrée through to dessert. She was the girl that screamed my name and clawed my back with her nails. Not this demure little thing Finigan wanted her to be. What everyone wanted her to be.
With each laugh and each touch she and Finigan shared, it was like a slash to the chest. And what was worse, the guy wasn’t actually that bad, so, of course, Lourde was intrigued. Then there was the fact the fuckhead could be Zac Efron's twin.
I hated him.