58. Come Back, Finn

SCARLETT.

I woke up to my phone buzzing on my lap. It was still three am in the night and I wondered who could be sending me a text by now.

Picking up my phone, I turned it on to see a text message from none other than Kelvin. Why the fuck was he texting me?

And just like that, my mood turned sour. I gently pulled away from Finn's hold, hoping that somehow he wouldn't wake up. He didn't.

I climbed out of the bed and padded my way across the room. I gently unlocked the door and left the room to the living room.

He had sent this text minutes ago so I knew he was still awake. I dialed his number and he picked up after the third ring.

"Hello, future wife,"

I heard the thick sarcasm in his voice and my fists clenched. I wished I had actually learned boxing when my ex-boyfriend back in high school suggested it. It would have come in handy right now. But no, I had chickened out because I believed it was a masculine thing to do.

"Can you stop addressing me