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Hope
I'mwokenbymy phone buzzing. I groan andgrab apillow, pressing it over my head. My ears are ringing and I swear to god the bed is moving. I think I might be dying. Fuck hangovers. This is bullshit.
My phone stops vibrating and I sigh in relief. I shift and my hand brushesover smooth, hot skin. Slowly, I lift the pillow away from my face and squint. Tanned skin, hard chest. Finn.Thetittybar. His bed.Aw, shit!
He moves and his thigh presses between my legs. All at once I become very fucking aware of him, his broadbodyand tightmuscles.His hand is resting on my thigh and my skin tingles under his touch.I shift slightly and I feel the sheets rub against my side and my bare stomach brush against his skin. I try to pull my thigh away, but all I manage to do is cause his leg to move right up against myvag. Even with my hangover, I still get hot for him. I mean, Finn is Finn. All hot and surly, and his body is like a work of art.My phone rings againand he lets out an agitated groan.Okay, this doesn't need tobe weird.Just playitcool.Isit up andlook aroundfor myphone. Of course, it’s on the bedside table on his side of the bed.Leaningacrosshim,Ibracemyelbow in the middleof hischest andreachfor myphone. Irefusetoeven lookathim andflopbackonto the mattress.
I swipe the screen and pressthe device tomy ear. "What?" I snap. Ifeel the bed shift, and in my periphery, I see Finn sit up, swinging his legs off the bed and keeping his back to me. I feel like anocean of awkwardness filled with awkward fucking turtles stretches out between us.
"Hope," Poppy says.There's arustlingthena bang.
"Didyoudie?"Iask,pressingmyfingers againstmy eyelidsto block out the sunlight drifting past Finn's curtains.
Another rustle. "Sorry, dropped thephone.I need your help.Work calledme.Canyouhave Patrickforafewhours?"
I really just want to getheroff the phonesoIcan sleepoff thisdamnhangover."Sure."
"Thankyou!I'll drop him round inhalf an hour."Shit,I amnot tellingher I'mat Finn's.
"I'm not home,” I blurt.
Shepauses. "Where areyou?"Thinkfast.
"Idon'tfuckingknow."Prettystandard answer.
She sighs in exasperation. "Jesus, Hope. Tell me he wore a condom."
I lower my hand and glance tothe side, allowing my eyes to play over Finn's back. "Uh, I have to go. Make it an hour." I hang up and lift theduvet. Oh my god. I'm only wearing my thong. Fuck all the things.Why do I fucking drink? Jesus. Did I fuckFinnley? It doesn't feel like I went to pound town but damn, maybe he's just hung like a squirrel. Shit, I always thought Finn would be hung. Wait, I'd remember that shit. I mean, even when I'm borderline comatose I still have vague memories of some guy thrusting his way home. Nothing. I got nothing.
I sit up, clutching the duvet to my chest. "Did we uh...?"
I feel the bed dip as he stands and groans. "Jesus, fuck no,"he croaks.Honestly, I'm a little offended at the way he just said that.
"Just checking." I hold my hands up and his gaze snaps to the ceiling. He may be the strong a silent type, but he can't hide the tent going on in his boxers.
"Hope, can you keep a hold of the duvet,” he huffs, rubbing over his face, “please."
I look down androllmy eyes, pulling the duvet back over the girls. "Are you sure?" I ask on a smirk. "You look pretty happy to see me,Finnley."
Without a word, he turns away and walks to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. God, he's so serious. I climb out of the bed, spotting my dress crumpled in the floor. I grab it and pull it over my head, turning around and catching my reflection in the full-length mirror. I look like acrazyalcoholic cat lady. My make-up is smudged down my face.My hair is sticking up in every direction, giving me that dragged-through-a-hedge-backwards look. I slide my shoes on, hopping down the hallway as I goandstumbling into the wall. My shoe comes off. I lean over to fix it and my forehead bounces off something, causing me to stagger back a stepbeforelandingon my arse. When I glance up, Finn isstandinginfrontofme with a towelwrappedaround his waist. There are a few stray droplets of water clinging to his skin and I watch them trickle down his abs. On. By. One.
"Still drunk?"heasks.
Dick drunk maybe.Cockstruck? Fuck knows."No.I'mlate."Iholdmy hand up and he just stares atme for a second."Helpmeup youun-chivalrousprick."
He lends me his hand and yanks me to my feet, that smirk on his face growing deeper by the second.Cunt.Laughing, hebrushespastmeandgoesback into hisroom.To getdressedIguess. Good, put some damn clothes on.Fuckingwaltzing around in his damn towel with his ugly arse body on display.Fuck him and his stupid abs.I toss my hair over my shoulder andheadto the kitchen in search of water.
"I'm going, Finn!" I shout. Nothing. Of course. Huffing, I storm back to his bedroom and shove the door open. "Fuck-face, I'm leaving."
"Okay,” Heglances at me and shrugs.“I heardyou."
"You know,Finnley, most people respond. Bye. I had a great time. Thanks for the naked spoon..."
And the scowl is back."I didn't ask you to spoon me."
"So you're calling spoon rape?"I swear, there's a slight smile trying to work its way across his lips.
