Page 38 of Falling for Finn

Either way, we survived her drilling us with questions, and I’m glad to be at Finn’s.

“I’m gonna change, then crash. Gotta be up at the ass crack of dawn again,” he says.

“Okay, I’m gonna try some of that Boston cream pie.”

“It’s to die for,” he tells me.

“I bet it is. If you hear me having a foodgasm down here, mind your own business.”

He makes a choking sound as he climbs the stairs, and I snicker at how easy it is to get a reaction out of him.

“Good night, fake boyfriend,” I singsong.

“Night, Miss Pain in my Ass.”

I smirk, knowing how much he adores my ass. I’ve caught him checking it out several times this past week. So while he pretends I’m a nuisance in his life, I know damn well he’ll miss me when I’m gone. If he thought of me like his annoying little sister, I wouldn’t wake up with his erection poking my back every morning.

Once the lights are off upstairs, I quietly go up there and grab some comfy clothes from my suitcase. Finn’s passed out, and though I’m tired, I decide to watch some TV while I eat.

Oh my God.

My eyes twitch after swallowing the first bite of pie.

“Fuck. I need a cold shower after that one,” I muse, then curl up on the couch and flick through the channels. There aren’t many options, so I settle forI Love Lucy.

My eyes grow heavy, but the food baby in my stomach makes me too tired to walk, so I surrender to his uncomfortable couch.

I don’t know how long I’m in dreamland before I’m being lifted. His hard, bare chest presses against my body, and I instinctively wrap my arms around him so I don’t fall.

“What are you doing?” I mutter as he carries me upstairs.

“Shut up and go to sleep,” he says, laying me down.

I flash a lazy smile. “I knew you liked me in your bed.”

He scoffs, pulling the blankets around me. “I didn’t wanna hear your whining tomorrow about a stiff neck.”

“Mm-hmm, I’m sure that’s it.” I roll onto my side and get comfortable. “If you wanted to spoon me, you could’ve asked.”

“You’re making me regret this,” he murmurs, sliding in next to me.

Suppressing my laughter, I wiggle closer to the middle because I know it won’t be long until his body wraps around mine.

I fall asleep quickly, but sometime later, I wake up with his palm pressed against my stomach, right above my panties. Myback is plastered to his chest, and if anyone were to walk in, they’d assume we were a real couple.

By his cock jerking behind me, I know he’s also awake. Or maybe he never fell back asleep.

“Touch me,” I whisper, then add, “Lower.”

“Oakley…” He hisses my name like it’s painful to say. “Don’t tempt me more than you already do.”

“What’s stopping you?”

He swallows hard, his lips faintly brushing my ear. “Go. To. Sleep.” He harshly emphasizes each word. “Please,” he adds, softer this time.

When I realize he’s struggling with his feelings, I drop it.

DAY 7

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