Page 86 of What Comes After

“I understand.” I reach up, cupping the side of his face. “I should probably go.” I let my fingers slide through his ever-growing beard before falling away completely.

It would be so easy to lose myself in him. So easy to let my guard down and act on my heart. But I can’t be that careless.

“It’s pretty late,” I say, taking a full step back. “And I have to work in the morning,” I continue, remembering that one very important thing. “Crap, my car is at my apartment.”

“It’s okay. I’ll drive you home.”

“Abel, you’re tired. I can order an Uber.”

“At this time of night?” He shakes his head. “Not a chance. I’ll take you.”

“Okay,” I concede, knowing by the look on his face there’s no way he’s going to let me leave otherwise.

“Let me just grab a shirt.” He looks down at his bare chest and my gaze follows his, my eyes locking in on Finley’s name above his heart seconds before he turns and walks away.