“Watch your fucking mouth when you’re talking to her,” Finn snaps, and I shiver. “We’re not playing that game. It’s not weird. It’s not creepy. We met. She didn’t know who I was. We spent time together, and we like each other. We’re adults. It’s consensual. Keep your comments to yourself, or say them to me. Not her.” Holy angel on top of the Christmas tree. Forget role-playing. That was the hottest thing a man has ever done on my behalf.
