Chapter 50

“Pass it over.” He held out his hand.

“Okay.” I entered my password. “Here.”

“Yum.” Finn started swiping. “Nice. So demure.” He bit his lip. “There’s that ass. Oh.”

He’d come to the pics that could fuck up everything. I knew the order.

“That ass and…those eyes.” His inflection was telling, different, less playful.

“Yes.”

“That nose,” Finn said.

“Right.”

“And that mouth. Not yours.”

“No.”

“And on the next page, all put together. Your body…not your face.”

“No.” I couldn’t look at him. “Not my face. Yours.”13

Finn turned to look at me. “My face.” At least he was still in my bed.

“Yeah.” Finn’s face, Finn’s head, Photoshopped onto my body, that’s what he was looking at. My ass. My balls. My cock. My back. My shoulders. My arms. His face. “Guys kept asking for face pics,” I said.

“So, you used mine?”

“It’s the better of the two.”

Finn didn’t laugh.

“Look, it was a shitty thing to do without your permission.”