CHAPTER 59

Finn took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. They weren’t doing anything untoward, just drinking coffee and talking. They weren’t even touching. He had nothing to be jealous about. He shouldn’t be jealous at all. He didn’t care about Peyton that way. He was just dating her for a story. Nothing more.

Somehow his body hadn’t gotten the message that Peyton was just a mark. He had spent the last few days studiously avoiding thinking about her. As soon as his mind wandered to her, he shut the thoughts down. He was getting too attached and he needed the space to get his head straight. They still had one more date and he needed to have all his willpower corralled in order to get through it without falling into bed with her again.

He really wanted to fall into bed with her again.

Finn watched as the guy, whoever the hell the fucker was, reached across the table to lay his hand over Peyton’s. What the ever-loving-hell? Finn’s fists clenched and before he knew what he was doi