Page 16 of Fluttering Heart

“It’s way past my bedtime,” Charlie says just as a yawn takes over his face.

I feel like a Hobbit surrounded by giants in the silence of the elevator, and I feel like I can breathe again when the doors open on the twelfth floor.

“We’ll see you tomorrow,” Beau mumbles and steps out with Finn and me right behind him.

“I’ll just walk Lou to his room,” Finn tells his twin.

“As long as you’ve remembered your key this time,” Beau says with an annoyed tone.

“Yes, yes. I have it.” Finn sighs, acting annoyed too, and drags me to the opposite hallway with our still interlocked hands.

Trying to keep up with his longer steps, I come to a realization. Or is it more a decision? I honestly don’t know, but what I do know is that Finn is worth throwing caution to the wind. I’ve always had a rule when it comes to first dates, but tonight I’m going to break it.

And I’m sure I won’t regret it.

Finn stops in front of my door, and I’m quick to swipe the card to release the lock then open the door and look up at him. With my whole trusting heart in my eyes I ask quietly.

“Do you want to come in?”

“Yeah,” he murmurs and follows me in.

I don’t stop walking until I’m right by the bottom corner of the mattress, and then I spin around with an unexpected flourish and face him right as I hear the door close. This is my moment.

“I think we should have sex.”

CHAPTER 9

Finn

To saythat Lou’s words are unexpected is the understatement of the century. He’s given me the impression so far that he’s not one to throw statements like that out there, but that still doesn’t excuse my very poor reaction.

“Huh?” I ask.

I know my face is scrunched up in confusion, and I realize the second his face falls that it was the shittiest way to react.

“Wait,” I shout urgently, walking the last step toward him and holding both hands up. “I’m all for it, like seriously.” I try to convey how much Idowant to have sex with him by opening my eyes as wide as they will go. “I just wasn’t expecting you to say it like that.”

“I can be very demanding when I want something,” he says, just primly enough to make me smile like a lunatic at him.

“I like that.” I really, really do.

“So, yeah?” he asks, looking up at me with hopeful eyes.

I take a tiny step closer so we’re chest to chest, and cup his cheeks to tilt his head back. I capture his lower lip between my own and drag it away slowly until it pops back.

“Yeah,” I murmur.

“I don’t like topping,” he says suddenly, and I can’t help but chuckle.

“That’s perfect,” I whisper and kiss his cheek.

“And I’m not the most adventurous in the bedroom,” he goes on while I trail my mouth down to his jaw and get to work on lifting his sweater. “I like blow jobs, though. Giving and receiving.”

“You sound like me,” I say, teasing.

“What do you mean?” he asks the second after I lick just below his ear. He sounds breathless already and that’s definitely what I need.

“You’re rambling,” I explain, a smile permanently etched on my face even though I’m practically bent in half. “Are you sure?” I think to ask, and straighten. The relief on my back is instant.

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