Chapter 9

“All of you.” Finn whispered.

Finn pressed the shell into Brody’s thigh, and his hand reached down. His nails scrapped against the shell, and he took it from Finn’s fingers and stared down. They both watched as Brody rubbed his thumb over the riveted shell, then Finn cupped Brody’s cheek and leaned in to connect their lips.

Brody turned his head, then jolted back. Finn’s mouth dropped open, and he blinked in surprise at the sudden change in Brody. Finn saw the bob of his throat as he swallowed. His pupils were no longer blown black by lust, but had retracted to dots of fear, and he rolled his shoulders.

“Brody, what’s wrong?”

Brody shook his head, then snapped his gaze to Finn’s. “What’s this?”

“It’s a shell.”

“Why are you giving it to me?”

“It’s the shell you dropped at the beach.”

Brody took a step back but didn’t shift his eyes from Finn’s. “I said it wasn’t mine, and now you’re shoving it in my hand.”