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CHAPTER 8 ~ FINN'S POV

Author: Cyra McKenzie
last update publish date: 2026-03-14 01:52:42

Regret set in immediately because the moment Kyle’s fingers closed around mine to seal the deal with a firm and confident shake, my stomach did a backflip that felt less like excitement and more like impending food poisoning.

Pulling my hand back as if it had been burned, a wave of panic hit me. "Okay," I said, my voice rising an octave. "Okay. Deal made. Now I’m going to go home, hyperventilate into a paper bag, and we can start this... charade... tomorrow."

Kyle was already standing up and du
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