I place the gun on the counter, heart still racing. I push open the shower door and drop the crutches. I’m wearing an old Cubs T-shirt of his that I dug out of the dirty laundry after he left. He reaches out to brace me because I’ve given him no choice. I wrap my arms around him, the spray blinding me, his shirt plastered to my body like a second skin. “You scared me,” I say. “There have to be rules,” he mutters into my hair, pulling me close. “I’m not here to stay.” I nod. “Are you in love with him?” Finn doesn’t wait for an answer. He leans down and catches my lips.
THIS POOR MAN
