And then he was off me and sitting at the edge of the bed. He straightened his t-shirt and then reached down for his shoes.
“You work today?” he asked from over his shoulder.
“Yes, it’s my Sunday shift,” I explained. I was a little shell-shocked after spending the night in Fin’s arm and the morning make-out session in which I did none of the kissing.
“Get next Sunday off,” he ordered plainly, as if I wouldn’t argue with him.
“I don’t know if I can, it’s kind of late-“
“If you can’t get it off, I’ll talk to Ty.” He stood up and looked down at me with those heated eyes, his jaw fixed and his expression fixed into the one I knew better than to argue with.
“Ok, bossy,” I rolled my eyes and sat up. The consequences of what just happened seamed to roll over me in waves. I knew I had to stay away from Fin, but I kept torturing myself with him over and over.
Fin narrowed his eyes at me. “We’re going to talk later,” he promised in that same authoritative tone.
“Fin, I don’t think that’s a good-“
He cut me off again, “We will talk later.”
Stubbornly, I continued, “We just need to remember we’re friends. I think it’s safest if we-“
“We’ve never been friends, Ellie. Stop that thought right now.” He leaned down then and shut me up by kissing me quickly but passionately on the lips. I was effectively silenced. And then, forever getting the last word in, he whispered sweetly, “We will talk later.”
I could do nothing but nod, even while I wondered if I had somehow given up all control of my life to him.
Given my heart to him.
