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I lock the door behind him, grab the bags Finn brought me, and take them into the bedroom. Rifling through my things to find a pair of pajamas, I strip and throw them on before returning under the covers where everything was still so perfect about forty-five minutes ago.
The sheets smell like Finn and me. I turn over, my fingers moving over the side of the bed he was sleeping on. I’m met with emptiness and cold. If it weren’t for my memories, there’s no evidence that Finn was even here. Except...
I lean up, spotting a piece of paper on the pillow. I take it, unfolding the little note with excitement.
I know it’s not as cute because Max didn’t bring this to you... but I just wanted to tell you how damn beautiful you are. I left for obvious reasons but I’m already counting down the minutes until I see you again. Love, -F
I flop back on the pillow, the paper dangling from my fingers. He’s so damn perfect.Whydoes he have to be so damn perfect?
Also, I’m going to miss that dog.
Folding the paper back up, I place it on the nightstand and curl back into a ball, facing the side of the bed Finn was sleeping on. Despite the jumbled mess that is my brain, I fall asleep easily.
I wake the following morning unaware of the time. The windows are completely blacked out. For all I know, it could be the next afternoon. I lie in bed for a little while thinking things over before I hear my phone ping from the other room. Throwing the covers off, I pad into the main living space and grab my phone from the coffee table. The unopened bottle of water Cole got for me from the fridge last night still sits there.
Peeking at my notifications, I see ten messages from Finn. I hurry and bring them up, smiling as I read each word.
Let me know you’re okay when you get up.
I’m still thinking about you.
Hands down the best fun I’ve ever had in bed.
It’s really hard to concentrate when I can still feel you underneath my fingertips.
I guess you reverted back to someone who sleeps in, huh?
Please tell me he did not take your phone from you.
God, I miss you. Maxie was searching for you again this morning. He kept waiting for me to slip a note underneath his collar. Even Jax was pouting, but he did ream me a new one for getting caught at your place.
I hope you’re dreaming about me.
Do you have food? Should I bring some by? I didn’t even think about it last night.
I swear I’m not a stalker.
I pound my feet against the floor in excitement, clasping the phone to my chest. I quickly write out a text to him telling him I’m fine and that I have food and everything else I need except him.
His reply is immediate.Soon, baby. *kiss emoji*
I take his cute sentiments to the shower with me, keeping my phone nearby in case he sends me another message. I hope that whatever threat Cole has found involving me gets resolved quickly so I can be with Finn. Cole will hopefully be able to let go a little and trust others into his inner circle.
It must be so lonely to be him.
I shake my head, getting those thoughts out, and instead, think about Finn and me in bed last night for those absolute, awestruck few hours. It wasn’t just a quick romp where he thought more about getting himself off than me. It was the exact opposite. The fucking care he took. The time, the attention. I’ve never had a lover like that.
Jaz is totally getting a rundown of the whole night in complete detail. It’s what she deserves for giving me a play-by-play of her and Jared’s first time.
And not to brag, but Finn totally wins.
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By evening, no matter how many times I pick up my phone to see if Finn’s texted me, he hasn’t.
I rub my hands together, trying to watch the very sexy scene on Netflix but I keep getting drawn to my silent phone. Now, I’m wondering if Cole took his fucking phone away from him.
The man sent me ten messages within the span of two hours, and now he hasn’t said anything since. I pause the show, needing to get up before I crawl right out of my skin. I had a long talk with Jaz earlier, and she tried to come see me, but Cole forbade it, telling her separating from me was best for her, too. That, I get. I don’t want my best friend around if something is happening, but I haven’t heard from my brother either.