Page 54 of Confessions of a Carpool Captive
I don’t know when I finally fell asleep. I know I lay in bed next to Finn and tried to catch my breath for a long time. I remember him lying on his back and looking edible. I also remember having to turn my back to him so I could try to stop thinking about his mouth and his hands.
But now, as I open my eyes, I realize my head is on his chest and he’s sound asleep with his arm around me. Widening my eyes in panic, I wonder how to get out of his grip without waking him.
How did we end up molded together? It’s like we’re magnets. Complete opposites in every way yet pulled together by an unknown force.
I gaze down at his skin. It’s fair and slightly freckled but smooth and firm. His abs are a few inches from my fingertips and if I really wanted to, I could easily trace the edges.
There’s a knock on his door. “Finn? I’m so sorry to wake you, but there’s a slight problem.”
I close my eyes and move when he does, feigning the same shock he displays at our proximity.
“Well, good morning,” he says with a cocky grin, not releasing me from the weight of his arm.
“Finn, move!” I whisper, trying to get out from under him.
“If I would have known you moved over to my side, I would have woken up earlier.”
The knocking continues.
“Your mom!” I mouth nervously.
“Right,” he says, releasing me and sitting up. “Just a sec, be right there,” he hollers to the door.
He stands and dear lord in heaven, is he full-on hardeverymorning?
My mouth gapes and he follows my line of sight, grinning widely and strengthening his stance. I turn my head quickly, pulling a pillow over my eyes.
“Like I said earlier, more than adequate.”
“Oh my God! Cover yourself.”
Hurrying around to my side of the bed, he picks up the sweats that didn’t fit me and sits down next to me, pulling them on.
Half watching from behind the pillow out of curiosity, I see him adjust himself. “I’m about to cover up, you sure you don’t want another look?”
Making a small opening with my fingers, I glare at him and raise my middle finger. “Who are you and what did you do with Finn the gentleman?” I ask.
He smirks. “I’m opening the door.”
“Finn!”
Before I know it, he’s standing bare-chested in front of his mom while I’m still under the covers in his bed. How embarrassing.
She smiles uncomfortably. “I’m sorry to bug you, but umm, I think something you flushed last night clogged the toilet and I don’t see a plunger. I thought you might want to take care of it before your dad gets up.”
Finn shrugs. “Okay, I have no idea what you’re talking about, but let’s go have a look.”
I yawn, wondering what he did to clog the toilet. I’m pretty sure I was the last one in there and I didn’t even pee. I gasp and fly out of bed, grabbing the blanket off the floor on my way out the door.
I rush toward the bathroom and Finn and his mother are standing over an open toilet seat. Finn’s face says it all.
“You really need a garbage can. You shouldn’t flush those,” she tells him. She notices my horror and hightails it past me.
Finn stares at the open toilet then glances at me curiously.
“Weren’t you the last one in here?” he asks.
I rush toward him and sure enough, there’s a condom and wrapper bits floating on top of the water.
