The Shark (Kingston College Book 2) by Vivica Dorn

Author:Vivica Dorn [Dorn, Vivica]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-04-27T18:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 18

The service went just about the way Lance expected it would. Various family members and friends spoke about George and his qualities, his accomplishments, his life. Several people glanced at Lance throughout the speeches, wondering if he, as George’s only grandchild, would speak. But Lance had no interest in things like that. His thoughts, his grief, were immensely private. He couldn’t imagine anything tempting him to get up in front of all these strangers and talking about what he had lost. It had been the same at his mother’s funeral, and it was the same now. Even listening to the others speaking at the podium felt pointless and dull.

At one point while speaking at the front, his great aunt Lydia, George’s sister, began to cry. Lance shifted uncomfortably, unsure what to do in the face of all that pain. He glanced over at Finn in an attempt to distract himself, but what he saw there shook him to his very core.

Finn was crying. Softly, silently, barely moving or making a sound. His pink lips were pressed together, and tears glistened along his lash line before streaming soundlessly down his cheeks. Astounded, almost awe-struck, Lance stared at the boy who was crying at the funeral of someone he didn’t even know.

When Finn noticed Lance looking, he swore quietly and turned away, frantically sniffing and wiping at his face. In that moment, everything else disappeared for Lance – the room, the mourners, the old woman sobbing into the microphone – they all faded into nothing. The only thing that mattered, the only thing that existed, was Finn, crying and hiding his face. It broke Lance’s fucking heart, seeing him turn away like that. He took his silk pocket square out from his suit jacket pocket and with a gentle but firm touch, turned Finn’s chin towards him before dabbing at the tracks of salty tears. Finn trembled slightly under his touch, but otherwise did not resist, blue eyes wide and wet.

After a moment, Lance pulled back, and pressed the pocket square into Finn’s palm.

Finn sniffed and looked down at the crumpled, wet fabric in his hand.

“Sorry,” he whispered miserably. “It’s your grandpa’s funeral, not mine. Sorry.”

Lance didn’t say anything, but moved closer to Finn on the bench, close enough so that their shoulders pressed together. He thought he felt Finn tense for a moment before sagging into the strong line of his arm. The warmth Lance felt from the connection was amazing. It illuminated him from the inside out.

By the time the service had ended, Finn had composed himself, despite a slight a redness that lingered in and around his eyes. Lance noticed that the redness made the blue of the irises stand out even more than usual. The contrast was exceptionally stunning.

“So, what now?” Finn asked, his voice sounding reedy and weak.

Lance sighed. He wasn’t looking forward to the next part of the day. At all.

“Now, unfortunately, we have to go to my father’s house. There’s a reception for everyone there.

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