Chapter 18

“I’m taking you out on a date.”

“Dinner at yours is a date, maybe I could be on the menu.”

Finn shifted in his seat and released a slow breath through his pursed lips.

“Let’s just see how it goes.”

Brody hissed through his teeth and raised his eyebrow. “Okay then. Where you taking me?”

Finn slotted the keys into the ignition. “Wait and see.”

“I’m picking the music.” Brody said.

“We don’t need any.”

“I hate awkward silences.”

Finn gave in, and let Brody pick the station.

The drive distracted him from the rising lust in his body, and Brody didn’t reach for him again. He stabbed at the radio, never allowing a song to finish completely before changing station, and when he grew bored of that, he fiddled with the air vents. Finn thought Brody’s fidgeting was most likely nerves, he expressed it outwardly, where Finn’s bubbled internally.