Driftwood: sometimes following you dreams means breaking your heart (The Driftwood series Book 1) by Claire Gough

Author:Claire Gough [Gough, Claire]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-07-22T16:00:00+00:00

I am so grateful leather keeps the wind out. Why don’t I wear this jacket more often?

Fin asked if he could walk me home early. I have no clue why, but I don’t really care.

“You guys did great tonight,” I say.

He grasps my hand. “You think?”

“Definitely. Everyone was really into it.”

“Good. We’re still working on putting music to the lyrics I just wrote.”

“Just?”

“This week.” He smiles down at me and rubs his thumb over the back of my hand. I wonder if I made it into these new lyrics. I know that’s a little big-headed, but if I wrote anything right now, he'd be in every single line.

“So, do you carry, like, a notepad around or something?”

“Actually, I do, but if I’m out and lyrics just come to me, I’ll type them on my phone.”

I nod. I wish I knew what it felt like to be that creative.

“So… Have you heard from the B&B yet?” he asks. I laugh. He only handed in the form today.

“No. From what I've heard, it takes a few months or so before you hear back.”

“That sucks. I wish it could be quicker for you.” He smiles at me as we walk. The ground is wet. Thank God we missed the rain because neither of our jackets have hoods.

We're a few streets away from the Driftwood when Fin stops walking and pulls me to him. My hands slide around his waist and up his back.

“I can’t believe it’s almost Friday, Alex.” He sighs heavily. Something about hearing him sound disappointed that our week is nearly over makes me almost crack.

“I know.” My voice shakes.

His lips gently brush mine. It’s a simple, soft movement. When he pulls away, I’m happy to see the special golden colour in his eyes. I bite my lip to stop my grin.

“Your eyes have this amazing colour, Fin,” I whisper.

He smiles slightly. “Funny. I’ve been thinking that about you all week.”

“Who do you get it from?”

I don’t know what I just said, but when he slides his hand back into mine and starts pulling me along again, I regret it.

“I... I don’t know,” he whispers.

I study the side of his face. “I’m sorry.” I don’t know what I’m apologising for, but it feels like I need to.

“Don’t be. I was adopted when I was almost two.” He smiles, although I can see the pain behind it. I stop. Reluctantly, Fin turns to face me.

“I’m sorry,” I say again.

“Don’t be, Alex. Honestly. My adoptive parents were amazing to me.” He smiles and starts dragging me along again.

“Were?”

He shakes his head. “Let’s not get into that. We’ve had such a lovely night. Let’s not spoil it.” He tries to smile, but I’m not convinced. We walk in silence.

I can’t stop thinking about what he just told me. He has no clue which of his birth parents gave him those amazing eyes, or that crooked smile, or that beautiful chestnut hair that has a gorgeous red tint in the sun. I wonder if he knows who they were.

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