“Hey.”

The word wasn’t just spoken; it was dragged across the back of my neck like a rough palm. Finn’s breath was hot, smelling faintly of mint and tobacco, so close the hairs on my arms stood on end before I even turned around.

In a crowded hallway where everyone else was background noise, he was a solid, dangerous weight. I spun, my spine hitting the cold metal of the lockers with a dull thud.

Finn didn’t back up. He loomed, the school’s notorious bad boy, staring down at me with dark, unreadable eyes that didn’t look at my face—they looked directly at my mouth.

“Hey,” I breathed, the syllable...