Rain was falling hard, further soaking me, but at least it washed away some of my personal stench.
After a beat of hesitation, I decided the way I looked wasn’t entirely appropriate for a conversation with a friend.
So, I left the cake on the doorstep and went back to my car. My fingers were shaky when I typed out a quick message to let Jade know the cake was there.
She opened the door less than a minute after I hit send, and her eyes were bright as she waved at me from where she stood.
I waved back.
Maybe she knew how freaking miserable it was to avoid having sex during the climax and was giving me space.
Or maybe she just didn’t want to talk to me. It could’ve been either one, and I was okay with both.
Finn followed me back to his house from there. He tried to wave me into the garage, but I ignored him and parked on the far side of the driveway.
He grabbed my door after I turned the car off, meeting my gaze squarely with his.
“Hi,” I said again, managing a small smile.
He didn’t respond immediately.
His gaze searched my face instead.
I slid a leg out of the car, but he blocked me.
I opened my mouth to ask why he didn’t want me to leave—and he kissed me abruptly.
I kissed him back.
He lifted me out of my car with an ease that made me laugh. The laugh earned me a tiny grin that gave me a glimpse of what I thought must’ve been the real Finn, buried beneath the trauma and misery he’d survived.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked me, as he carried me further into the house.
“I should be the one asking you that, but yeah. I’m positive.”
He opened the door with a strategically placed elbow and a bump of his shoulder. “I’d be insane not to be sure about spending the climax with you.”
I knew he would be significantly less sure if I brought up the mate part of that, so I didn’t. I’d already decided that being mates could mean whatever we wanted it to, and Finn didn’t want anything serious.
So, we’d be friends who had sex sometimes. I could definitely do worse than that.
Finn tugged my shirt over my head as he carried me to the bedroom, his hands moving over my body constantly, like he couldn’t resist.
Neither could I.
Maybe it was werewolf magic or something, but I’d never realized sex could bethatgood.
Or maybe it was just Finn.
Either way, I enjoyed every minute.
We fucked.
We cooked.
We ate.
And we fucked some more.
