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The girl in front of me froze.
"Was that Finn's car outside?"
Rose leaned back, and I groaned.
"I should go," she said in a shaky voice."You wait here, then come out a few minutes after.Maybe Emmy will go easy on us."
"But—"
"It's not like anything happened."
I frowned as she got up from the bed.
"I'll see you later, Finn."
"Rose, I…"
"It's okay," she said, shaking her head."Thanks again for your help."
And then I was alone.
On Rose's bed, which was usually one of my favorite places.
But why did it suddenly feel so empty without her in it?
CHAPTER 11: Rose
Note to self: Include more almost kisses in your books.
They are severely underrated.
Oh, and shirtless scenes.
The words seemed to laugh at me.
I'd written them in my notebook as a reminder, the same way I'd jotted down countless other things.Character names.Plot points.Possible titles.Pieces of dialogue.Ideas for romantic scenes I didn't want to forget.
They usually helped me get unstuck.
But it was days later, and my mind was still in my room, sitting next to Finn, trying not to stare at his glorious chest, abs, whatever those muscles creating that defined V at his hips were called—and failing miserably.I was a master at overthinking.
I assumed the impact of that night might've diminished.But the almost kiss was a powerful thing.So were Finn's abs apparently.When I woke up this morning, I could've sworn I still smelled his scent on my pillow.Did I inhale that pillowcase like a drug while hugging it to my chest?Yes.Yes, I did.
It was totally unacceptable behavior.
Even worse?
I dreamed of him.
And not in a friendly way.
In my dream, we hadn't been interrupted.Finn's mouth had taken mine in a kiss that was hot, wet, and wild.He'd flipped me over onto my back, hovering above me.And what did dream me do?She moaned.Dream Finn smirked at that and proceeded to devour me, laying sucking kisses along my neck, breasts, stomach, and…lower.I felt my thighs quiver with the memory of Dream Finn grinning up at me from between my thighs.
But it was only a dream, I reminded myself for the millionth time.
There was no reason for me to feel embarrassed.
Naughty dreams were totally natural.
