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“Come on, baby.”

He shudders. His mouth finds mine, and he kisses me hard as he comes. His body shakes against me before I get the full weight of his sated body.

He doesn’t move so I don’t make him. His heart is pounding against my ribs. I put my arms around him and stroke his back in small circles.

Then he rolls off me and drops onto his back beside me.

I’m entirely wrung out. Sated. Blissed out to the point where I’m not sure I have bones anymore.

But something isn’t right.

The sex was incredible. It was so far beyond incredible that I wouldn’t know how to describe it even if I were writing a song about it.

But it wasn’t the sex we usually have. Finn was different. Not aggressive, exactly. Something else. Like he was searching for something in my body or trying to prove something.

To himself, or to me, I don’t know.

I turn my head on the pillow.

He’s staring at the ceiling. His eyes are wet at the corners, but he just blinks it away and takes a deep breath.

“Griffin.”

“Yeah?”

“Are we okay?”

He turns his head to look at me. He looks so beautiful but also so unreachable at the same time.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t we be?”

“You just⁠—”

“I’m just tired, Fox. It’s been a really long day.”

“Okay.”

He holds his hand out.

“Want to shower with me before you go?”

A lump forms in my throat, and I want to say no and make him tell me what’s wrong and how I can fix it.

Instead, I take his hand and let him pull me up.

“Yeah.”

“Come on. Let’s get clean.”

He tugs me toward the bathroom.

I follow him barefoot across the cold floor with his cum leaking down the inside of my thigh and my chest so tight I don’t know if I want to scream or curl up in a ball.

He turns the water back on and steps under the spray, then he reaches back for me and pulls me under with him.

I don’t know what time it is, but he doesn’t seem to mind as he washes me with a gentle touch. He washes my hair, kisses the back of my neck, runs his hand down my spine, and then rests his palm at the small of my back for a moment.

All of this time, my eyes are searching for a clue. Trying to look into him but failing miserably.