Page 119 of The Nicest Thing
"Screw this," he mumbled.In the next breath, he'd pulled me across the bed until I was resting with half my body over his chest."That's better."
"What—Finn, you'll never be able to rest like this," I said.
"Want to bet?"
"I'm too heavy," I protested.
"No, you're perfect."
My heart fluttered at that.Finn had one arm wrapped around my back, and as the fingers of that hand played against my spine, my breath caught.
"And you'll sleep better this way since I run hot."
"You run hot?" I repeated incredulously.
He gave a small shrug, and I was close enough that even in the dark, I saw his lips tug up on one side.
"Finn, seriously."
"What?" he said."I've never been so comfortable."
Calling his bluff, I hitched my leg over his waist and pulled him closer.
"This okay?" I asked, fighting back a smile, positive he was about to throw me off.
Instead, Finn reached down and ran his hand over my thigh.
"Perfect," he rasped.
"You—"
"Try to sleep, Rose."
"Not likely," I muttered.
But despite my absolute certainty that neither of us would fall asleep, as I listened to Finn's heart beating, basked in his warmth against my cheek, I felt my eyes growing heavier.
"What if they don't get the road cleared?" I said.
"Then we'll find another way," Finn said simply.
"What if lightning strikes me for being a liar?"
"I'll cover your body with mine and take the hit for you."
A beat passed."What if the storm gets worse, and we die in this cabin?"
"I could think of worse ways to go then with a beautiful woman wrapped around me."
"Finn," I murmured sleepily."I'm serious.I can't be responsible for your death.Your my best friend."
"I am," he said.
"You're my favorite."
"And you're mine."
My eyes fell shut, and I was lulled into semi-consciousness by the rhythm of his breathing.
