Page 82 of The Nicest Thing
"So," Finn said finally.
"So," I said back."How'd you know I was here?"
"You told me about it.Said you were nervous about meeting Ana and the other young writers.I told you you'd kill it—which by the way, I'm guessing you did, considering the looks of hero-worship they were throwing your way."
"From what I heard, I'm pretty sure they were staring at you and your gorgeousness."
He rolled his eyes.
"I'm sorry," I said and sighed.
"For what?"
"For avoiding you."
His light gray eyes flashed."So, you admit it?"
I nodded.
"But why?"Finn stepped forward, coming closer until he was all I could see.His eyes were full of concern and hurt."What did I do?"
Licked me so good I saw stars.
Went down on me until I woke up moaning.
Plastered yourself so firmly into my head and heart that I honestly don't know what to do with myself.
"Rose?"
"You didn't do anything per se."Quietly, after a moment, I added, "I had a dream."
Finn blinked."A dream?Of what?Me?"
I nodded once.
"What was I doing?"
My cheeks went scarlet, hotter than the sun."I…don't want to say."
"Rose, come on.It can't be that bad," he said.
"It wasn't bad," I said."Dream Finn was good.Very good."
His face was blank for a moment, but slowly, he started to smile.
"You had a sex dream," he said.
I looked away.
"Of me."
A sigh.
"Of us, together.And I was good."
I nodded.
"Okay then."
