Page 18 of Study You

“Sure. We can do that.” Finn relaxed, lowering her hand to the space between them. She stroked her fingertips across the back of Gillian’s hand, knowing that the table obscured any view. “You know I’m good with keeping this quiet.”

“I know. I know.” Gillian couldn’t be more appreciative of the fact that Finn was willing to do something like that for her, but it didn’t stop Gillian from wishing her life didn’t have to be this way. Trust her to find some kind of solace in a woman she couldn’t be with. “I just think it’s wise to know what’s what, you know?”

“Agreed.” Finn nodded confidently. “So, talk to me. Tell me how you want to do this.”

Gillian smiled, lowering her eyes to their hands. “I don’t know how you can be so understanding with all of this.”

“Because I want to spend any time I can with you. I enjoy being with you. If I have to do that in ways I wouldn’t usually, then so be it.”

“You’re far too good for all of this.” Gillian sighed and shook her head. “I don’t deserve a moment of your attention.”

“Look, I came into this knowing we wouldn’t be a couple. I came into it wanting you…and now that I’ve had that chance, I don’t really want to let it go. This works for me. For us. I know we have to be careful, and you know I’d never do anything to fuck your life up. Ever. You don’t have to worry about me doing anything I shouldn’t. On or off campus. Okay?”

“I know you wouldn’t.” Gillian turned her hand over, lacing her fingers with Finn’s. It just felt right. As though they were supposed to be sitting in this bar together. Secrecy or not, it felt right to Gillian. “I guess I’m worried that you may feel I’m taking advantage of you. If you think that at any point, please talk to me, Finn. I never want you to feel that way.”

“Trust me, I don’t. I…couldn’t.” Finn squeezed Gillian’s hand. “I still can’t believe you even looked my way, to be honest.”

“Oh, I found myself unable to look anywhere else once you walked into my lecture.” Gillian wouldn’t allow Finn to feel less than. This may have been no-strings sex, but Finn still meant something to her. “When I tell you that what we have together means so much to me, I need you to believe that. A different time and place…it may be different, but this is all I’m able to offer. So long as we’re both fully in agreement with that, it could be something very exciting.”

“I’m already excited.” Finn winked, that gorgeous smile present. “Are you?”

“Mmhmm.” Gillian pursed her lips and reached for her champagne glass. “Maybe we should finish up here and head back to my place.”

“Oh! You’re that excited?”

Gillian shifted. Yes, she was that excited. “One thing you should know is that whenever you and I are sharing the same space…I’m very excited.”

“A-all the time?” Finn asked, a brow lifted. “Like…really?”

“Really.”

Finn scanned the bar, then shifted closer. She placed her palm to Gillian’s thigh, stroking it higher. “Then we should definitely finish these drinks and leave.” She dipped her head towards Gillian’s ear. “Because if we don’t, I’m going to fuck you under the table.”

Fuck. That was hot. It also wasn’t a terrible idea. Gillian would bookmark that for the future. “Finn.”

“Yeah?” Finn smirked, knowing full well the effect she had on Gillian.

“Get your coat. It’s time to leave.”

* * *

Finn relaxed back on Gillian’s couch, following her every move as she reached for a beer in the fridge. She poured a glass of red wine then approached Finn in the living room. “I can’t believe I didn’t know you were an electrician.”

“It’s not something you’re likely to know unless you know me personally.” Finn rested one arm along the back of the couch, drinking in Gillian and her appearance. She couldn’t believe how good she looked tonight. It should have been a crime. “Thanks again for coming to the bar tonight.”

“You’re welcome.” Gillian sat beside Finn, crossing her legs as she turned her body inwards a little. That only left Finn with the perfect view of Gillian’s cleavage. “Did you have a nice evening?”

“It got significantly better when you turned up,” Finn said, her eyes still fixed on Gillian’s tits. Again, it should have been a crime. “No idea why, though.”

Sensing that Finn was just about ready to let loose, Gillian palmed her thigh, inching higher. Finn knew she was checking for her ‘package’, but it was there. Gillian didn’t need to worry. “You weren’t expecting me…” Gillian narrowed her eyes as she squeezed Finn’s crotch.

“Nope. Couldn’t believe it when you walked in.”

“Then I have to ask why you’re prepared if you didn’t expect me?”

Finn smirked. Was that a hint of jealousy she caught in Gillian’s tone? “It’s the weekend. I was hoping I’d get lucky one way or another.”

Gillian slid her hand down the front of Finn’s jeans, stroking at the brand-new toy she wore. “You’re telling me you were going to fuck another woman tonight?” She shifted the base, lifting a brow when Finn moaned. “Well?”

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