“I’m not gunna do anything.”
“Good.”
Trent slammed the boot shut, then retrieved his keys from his pocket. He jangled them and moved to the driver’s door before sliding inside.
“Sure, I can’t tempt you with a night out?”
“I am one-hundred percent positive.” Finn said, closing the car door.
Trent wound down his window, and smiled. “Even if I promise me and Ariel will keep our smooching to a minimum.”
“Not happening.”
“See you tomorrow then.”
Finn backed away when they engine purred into life, and waved Trent off. He waited until the car was nothing but a blur in the distance, then turned to Brody on the beach.
He sat on his board, with his knees pulled towards his chest. He looked small, fragile, and something swelled inside of Finn, a powerful need to make sure he was all right. The keys for his truck felt heavy in his pocket, reminding him they were there, and he should leave, but his heart ached at the thought. He hated that he still cared, but he couldn’t go.