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~~SLOANE~~
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“All we have to do is go to the wedding, give Delilah enough time to think she's happy, and then destroy it,” Finn says. “Simple as that.”
I and Finn are in one of his parents’ guest rooms—one Finn announced as my room. I’m sitting on the edge of a plush, overstuffed bed with way too many pillows, while Finn paces in circles.
I just watch him.
It’s not even the pacing that annoys me. It’s the delusion.
“Have you thought about how she'd hate you afterward?” I ask, folding my hands in my lap to keep them from fidgeting.
“Hate? That’s a strong word,” he scoffs. “Delilah can’t hate me. She’ll be angry at me for a couple of days, and then we’ll be back together.”
God.
The worst part?
He’s probably right.
Of course she won’t hate him. She’ll scream and cry and mayb
