CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The smell of grease and cheese drifts through my apartment. There’s one piece of double cheese pepperoni pizza left and I plan to make it mine. I move my work papers to the other side of the sofa for safety and in slow movements, to not draw attention, reach for the box placed on my thick coffee table.
Finn beats me there and in one quick move grabs the last piece. I side eye him and laugh at his smug expression. He’s so proud of his accomplishment.
“Okay, quick draw, but give me the crust,” I try to compromise with him.
Finn tears off the garlic butter flavored goodness and kisses my mouth before he taps my nose with the crust and presses it between my lips. It’s heaven. Him and the garlic butter.
“Be careful of who you’re calling quick draw, my lady.” He reaches to his head and tips an imaginary cowboy hat. “I can shoot you all night.”
His comment catches me off guard and I choke on my piece. “You’re going to shoot me?”
Finn’s face looks devilish as he delivers the punch line. “Yeah, full of my cum,” and then he does that one eyebrow lift thing men do.
My uncontrolled laughter has me choking again and he pounds on my back as I reach for a drink. “That is the cheesiest thing you have ever said. I hope you’ve never used that line on a girl.”
“Oh come on, it wasn’t so bad.” He emphasizes the word come and then laughs with me.
“The worst. Absolutely, the worst. You are banned from making cum jokes. Don’t even say the word.”
He inches closer. “You love my cum.” His lips flutter on my ear.
“Stop. Seriously, no.” I try to push his head away, but he doesn’t budge.
Finn begins to place small kisses on my neck, and with each one, he whispers the word “cum” into my skin. I try to stifle the laugh, but the feather touch of his lips burns through my skin with every caress.
A loud wail echoes in the quiet space and Finn tenses next to me. In an instant he leaves his position on the couch and heads toward my door, silencing his phone’s alarm on the way. My door clicks behind him. The silence engulfs me as I remain motionless on the couch. What the hell just happened?
Minutes pass and I sit in reflection on where Finn ran off to. I’m about to stand and pick up the now empty pizza box when my door opens again. Finn enters, a black box tucked protectively under his arm.
“Okay, your work time is up. It’s time to play.”
“Huh?” I question. We’ve spent the last few hours on my couch with each of us deep into work. Well I was working hard on this East Coast problem we still have. From the sounds emanating from Finn’s laptop, I’m pretty sure he was playing a game. Which I guess could technically be work for him, but he enjoyed it way too much for me to count it as being productive.
“When I came over tonight, I said you could work till eight and then it was play time.” He stops and looks at me from the front of my TV. “So now it's play time.”
“You were serious?” Even though I question him I begin to pick up the papers around me and close my laptop. “I thought it was a sexual innuendo."
Finn looks up from the TV. He smirks and twirls the red and black tipped cords in front of him. “Don’t worry, the sex comes later.”
Once the box is attached, Finn moves the heavy coffee table to the side and sits on the floor at the base of my couch. “Okay, get down here.” He points with a finger between his legs.
“Oh the ground?” I stand up but stop next to him. “I thought this wasn’t an attempt at sex?”
Finn shakes his head at me. “Come on. Plant your butt right here.” He points to the spot between his legs again and I listen this time, placing my back to his front with his legs spread on each side of mine.
The TV turns on and Finn messes with some controls until a black screen with the title Dragons Reborn flashes in the middle of the screen. Below it, to the left a blinking box, displays “play game” and on the right another displays an option for settings.
“When’s the last time you played a video game?”
I have to think about his question. The year is lost to time, but I remember the game. “Sonic,” I say with confidence.
“Okay, which one?” The screen in front of us flips between setting menus.
“There’s more than one? How many games does a hedgehog need?”
