Chapter 88

FINN’S POV

As Aria's words trailed off, I realized that she was terrified. Not of me, but of whatever had just happened between us.

The weight of that moment—the way I had leaned in, the way I almost crossed a line neither of us were ready for—it was too much for her. And I didn’t blame her. Hell, I wanted out of my own head.

What the hell was I even thinking?

The clarity struck me fast, like a cold bucket of water thrown over my head. I shook off the stupid, reckless thoughts that had been swirling in my mind, the ones that had nearly driven me to kiss her.

“I’m sorry,” I said quickly, the words tumbling out in a rush. I didn’t even wait for her to respond. I turned on my heel and got back into the car, slamming the door shut behind me.

My heart was pounding, my thoughts racing as I sat there, trying to get a grip on myself.

The car started up again, the hum of the engine filling the tense silence. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees, my head buried in my hands, trying so