His breath coats my ear, making me shiver as he whispers, “No, that flush is all mine.” He swipes the two fingers he had inside me earlier across my bottom lip. “But he’s right. You do look cute.”
Heat explodes through me, my hormones raging, my inner slut wanting to rip out of my skin. Just as I’m about to blow caution to the wind and risk everyone seeing me grind my ass against the bulge occupying his pants, he backs away leaving a cool influx of air to race down my spine. He brushes past me, so close the tiny hairs on my body stand to attention. Grabbing beers from the counter for the guys he re-joins them on the couch to play some Xbox tournament. Vagina teasing bastard.
I type a quick reply and down the remains of my drink.
Thanks. A
Lame, I know, but yet again my brain lacks blood flow.
My mind races, trying to make sense of everything that happened and what is going to happen from here. The wine has made me feel sleepy and a little lightheaded so I curl up on the end of the sofa near Gaby, watching as everyone laughs and jokes as they play with their game console. It’s weird seeing Finlay acting his age, just kicking back playing video games with friends after Gaby spoke about him being such a hard ass and all business.
My eyes feel heavy and before I can stop it, sleep takes me. I’m floating on a cloud, and warmth encompasses me before sleep takes me deeper.
I WAKE FEELING DAZED; the room is dark except for a small sliver of glowing light coming from the open door to the bathroom.
I’m in Finlay’s bed wearing just panties and a bra. My mouth is dry and my head is pounding to the beat of a miniature marching band in there.
I pull the grip from my hair, kneading my scalp with my fingertips. I flick on the lamp, squinting from the intrusion of the bright light. I’m surprised to find my phone on the bedside table the time 2.45 A.M. How did I get in here? Desperate for a drink, I slip my dressing gown on, not bothering to fasten the belt, knowing no one will be up this late. I tiptoe across the cold floor, making my way to the kitchen for a much-needed glass of water.
Finlay’s laughter startles me, my body on autopilot following the sound in to the living space and freezing in shock when I find all five guys staring back at me. I can’t move or react fast enough. I’m only in my modest silk dressing gown, open, with my bra and panties on display.
“I . . . erm . . . thought you all left,” I stutter, breaking the silence and clamping the thin fabric around me while turning and practically sprinting back to Finlay’s room.
God, how much more embarrassing can my life get? Totally mortified, I throw myself onto the bed, screaming into a pillow.
My phone chirps to life, pulling me from my pity party for one.
At the risk of sounding like Gav, damn you’re hot! Don’t be embarrassed X B
Cringing, I decide not to bother texting back. I turn my phone to silent and cuddle up to the pillow, praying all that just transpired was a bad dream.
“Morning, flasher,” Finlay’s voice says from beside me in the bed.
“What are you doing?” I screech, slipping further down the bed to put some space between us.
“Trying to sleep. This is my bed, after all. Your cell has been vibrating. It’s annoying.” He hands me my phone.
Three texts from Brad light up the screen.
3:02am
P.S You look beautiful with your hair down x B
9:04am
Morning gorgeous x B
Wow! He’s keen. Stalker alert. I send a quick text back.
Mornin. A
I leap from the bed and pull on my jeans and a sweater from the pile on the desk before going in to the bathroom, completely ignoring the fact that Finlay hasn’t taken his eyes off me. I brush my teeth, and apply my cover up. Coming back through to the bedroom I find Finlay glaring at me with my cell in his hand.
“You need to tell him you can’t go out with him and to stop texting you soppy shit.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me, Antonia.”
Who the hell
Heat explodes through me, my hormones raging, my inner slut wanting to rip out of my skin. Just as I’m about to blow caution to the wind and risk everyone seeing me grind my ass against the bulge occupying his pants, he backs away leaving a cool influx of air to race down my spine. He brushes past me, so close the tiny hairs on my body stand to attention. Grabbing beers from the counter for the guys he re-joins them on the couch to play some Xbox tournament. Vagina teasing bastard.
I type a quick reply and down the remains of my drink.
Thanks. A
Lame, I know, but yet again my brain lacks blood flow.
My mind races, trying to make sense of everything that happened and what is going to happen from here. The wine has made me feel sleepy and a little lightheaded so I curl up on the end of the sofa near Gaby, watching as everyone laughs and jokes as they play with their game console. It’s weird seeing Finlay acting his age, just kicking back playing video games with friends after Gaby spoke about him being such a hard ass and all business.
My eyes feel heavy and before I can stop it, sleep takes me. I’m floating on a cloud, and warmth encompasses me before sleep takes me deeper.
I WAKE FEELING DAZED; the room is dark except for a small sliver of glowing light coming from the open door to the bathroom.
I’m in Finlay’s bed wearing just panties and a bra. My mouth is dry and my head is pounding to the beat of a miniature marching band in there.
I pull the grip from my hair, kneading my scalp with my fingertips. I flick on the lamp, squinting from the intrusion of the bright light. I’m surprised to find my phone on the bedside table the time 2.45 A.M. How did I get in here? Desperate for a drink, I slip my dressing gown on, not bothering to fasten the belt, knowing no one will be up this late. I tiptoe across the cold floor, making my way to the kitchen for a much-needed glass of water.
Finlay’s laughter startles me, my body on autopilot following the sound in to the living space and freezing in shock when I find all five guys staring back at me. I can’t move or react fast enough. I’m only in my modest silk dressing gown, open, with my bra and panties on display.
“I . . . erm . . . thought you all left,” I stutter, breaking the silence and clamping the thin fabric around me while turning and practically sprinting back to Finlay’s room.
God, how much more embarrassing can my life get? Totally mortified, I throw myself onto the bed, screaming into a pillow.
My phone chirps to life, pulling me from my pity party for one.
At the risk of sounding like Gav, damn you’re hot! Don’t be embarrassed X B
Cringing, I decide not to bother texting back. I turn my phone to silent and cuddle up to the pillow, praying all that just transpired was a bad dream.
“Morning, flasher,” Finlay’s voice says from beside me in the bed.
“What are you doing?” I screech, slipping further down the bed to put some space between us.
“Trying to sleep. This is my bed, after all. Your cell has been vibrating. It’s annoying.” He hands me my phone.
Three texts from Brad light up the screen.
3:02am
P.S You look beautiful with your hair down x B
9:04am
Morning gorgeous x B
Wow! He’s keen. Stalker alert. I send a quick text back.
Mornin. A
I leap from the bed and pull on my jeans and a sweater from the pile on the desk before going in to the bathroom, completely ignoring the fact that Finlay hasn’t taken his eyes off me. I brush my teeth, and apply my cover up. Coming back through to the bedroom I find Finlay glaring at me with my cell in his hand.
“You need to tell him you can’t go out with him and to stop texting you soppy shit.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me, Antonia.”
Who the hell
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