Page 105 of The Hot Shot
With that, he plops me down onto his bed, more gently than I would have imagined. I don’t even bounce. I do, however, sit up and glare. “You are a total butthead.”
He just stands there, grinning. “Schtick and stone, Chess.”
“That doesn’t even make sense.”
Finn scratches the back of his neck and frowns. “Huh. I guess it doesn’t.” With a shrug, he flops onto the bed next to me, and the entire frame groans in protest.
I roll onto my side and really look him over. His skin is rosy, and his eyes are glazed. The goofy, crooked smile is back in place.
“Hey,” he says. “Hey, Chess.”
“What?”
“What, what?” he asks back, and then snickers.
I frown. The scent of beer and roasted meat emanate from him. It isn’t a bad smell but not the norm. “Are you drunk?”
Supine on the bed, Finn lets out an expansive sigh. “Yeah.”
I bite back a laugh. “Well, at least you’re honest about it.”
“Kind of hard to hide it.” He turns his head and eyes me. “Let’s fuck.”
The laugh I’ve been fighting escapes, shocked and a bit breathless. “Yeah, let’s not.”
I onlymostlymean it. Whenever Finn says “fuck” like that, my body reacts. Needy, but true.
His blue eyes are big and pleading. “But I want you.”
“I’m not big on having sex with drunk men.”
“Don’t knock drunken sex till you try it.” He gives me a leer that looks more cross-eyed than anything.
I snort. “Sorry, but no.”
“You think I’ll complain later that you took advantage of me?” Finn flicks the edge of his teeth with his tongue. “I promise you I won’t.”
“Maybe I’m afraid you won’t remember my name in the morning,” I tease.
“Not possible,” he murmurs. “You’re always on my mind.” He giggles then. An actual giggle. “It’s like that Willie Nelson song.” He starts singing “You Were Always on My Mind” with an awful twang, but he gives in to more giggling laughter halfway through the first refrain.
“I thought that was an Elvis song.”
“Whatever the case...” He takes a big breath and sings, “give me one more chance to keep you satisfied...”
“If you don’t stop crooning like Willie, I’m going to leave,” I warn with a grin.
Finn’s face goes blank for a second and then he tries his best Elvis instead. He gets out two words before we both crack up. We lie on the bed laughing full out for a good minute before he catches my gaze with his. The last vestiges of my self-pity melt away, and there is only Finn and this moment where we’re both panting and teary-eyed with laughter.
His expression turns tender. “I fucking adore you.”
God, my heart. I can’t take it. I trace the curve of his eyebrow. “You’ve grown on me too, Mannus.”
“I’m like fungus that way,” he agrees happily.
Leaning in, I kiss his forehead. He tries to catch my mouth, but misses and gets my chin.
“Okay, big boy,” I say, rising to my knees. “Let’s get you undressed.”
