Page 48 of Meet Cute
Of course I am, and he knows that. He’s been unravelling me since the day we met, and I was none the wiser. I’ve been so damn blind this entire time, its almost laughable.
“Finn…”
Letting out the cutest laugh, his hand moves faster. “Sorry. I know. That was m-mean.”
I can’t look at him anymore. My back arches as I avert my gaze to the ceiling, letting out such pathetic and strangled moans. My core feels hot. Nobody has ever touched me this way, and it’s making my brain melt.
“Duncan…” Finn purrs, pushing himself up so his lips graze the sensitive skin of my earlobe. “Are you gonna c-come for me?”
I’m done.
Within seconds my body is writhing, hips thrusting to meet his pumps as I shoot my load all over myself and his hand. The high is immediately met with shame, the grim reality of it all crashing against me like the angry waves of the ocean.
How could I let him do that? How could I let myself do that? My cock twitches curiously, despite the fact I feel horrified with myself. It doesn’t last long, though. At least not long enough for me to genuinely do anything about it.
Finn continues rubbing himself against me, tilting my head to the side so we can kiss. His tongue clumsily dances around my own, leaving a mess of saliva as he pulls away with a quiet gasp.
Something wet forms, and judging by how hard he’s panting he must’ve finished without me even touching him. “I love you,” he repeats before bringing his hand up to his mouth and lapping up my orgasm dutifully.
“Finn—” my cheeks turn a fiery red, but I can’t ignore the way my cock twitches at the sight.
“I already told you. I love all of you. All of you, bunny.”
Disgust is what I should feel. I should be rejecting all of this vehemently. Yet instead, my lips curve upwards with the tiniest motion possible and I just laugh. Not because it’s funny, but because it’s cute.
Why is it cute?
THIRTY-SIX
The analog clock on Finn’s bedside table reads six forty-seven, which means I probably didn’t get all that much sleep. He’s not awake yet, but I’ve been up for the past half hour just listening to his soft snores.
The man is draped across my chest, drooling like a tiny little kitten instead of the grown adult he is. My hand has been idly stroking the back of his head, tired eyes staring up at all the photos he took of me.
Maybe that’s why it's so hard to sleep in his room. Every inch of it is a reminder of who he really is and what he’s really capable of.
“Mmh…” he groans, nestling against me some more. “Morning…”
“Hi.” My voice comes out in a rasp. “Sleep well?”
Finn smiles. “I always sleep well when you’re with me.”
“That’s sweet.”
“You’re sweet.”
Green sheets rustle as he sits up and kicks them off of himself. When I catch a glimpse of the scars from before, my body tenses for a beat. It’s hard to get used to seeing your own name carved into somebody else’s flesh, let alone sleeping with the person who did it.
Sometimes I hope I’ll wake up and this will all have been some horrible dream. I’ll call Haley and tell her all about it with yearning in my voice, before getting into my car and driving up to the far away gas station to see the cute cashier who happens to be my friend.
“Do you want breakfast? I can make you your favorite.” Finn offers hopefully, petting my head and staring down at me. His hair is unwashed and messy, and his face is littered with acne scars. Yet he’s the cutest man I’ve ever seen. He's horrible. Just horrible.
“Sure,” I sit up with him. “Take me to the counter?”
“Of course. C-Can’t go anywhere without my bunny.”
Strong arms wrap around me, my taller body falling into his as he scoops me up with ease. I never once imagined he’d been this strong. It’s the type of strength that comes from just living life, not trained at the gym for vanity.
Finn’s heart is beating fast, graceless steps bringing us to the kitchen. The spot on the counter he sets me down at has basically become my spot, as weird and stupid as that sounds.
