Fucking breathe.
“Here and now, Dia. Nothing else,”he adds, drilling his words into my brain and watching as I reach the point of no return.
“Here and now,” I croak, surrendering to my orgasm and the regrets I know will surely follow. I’m seconds away from coming undone when Finn’s sinful mouth trickles open, too.
“Oh, fuck.” His jaw flexes as he speeds up his thrusting. “Fuck, Dia,” he calls again, his body jerking against mine. “No fucking way.”
He sounds like he can’t possibly believe what’s happening. Like the thought of him blowing into his sweats without having beentouched directly is unconceivable to him.
I’m a goner before I can overthink it.
Finn nestles his face in my neck, breathing faster as we ride out the waves of our orgasms together, knowing damn well that as soon as we plummet back down to earth, everything is going to change.
And sure enough, from the moment our breathing steadies and the consequences of what we did sink in, the metaphorical gap between us grows five hundred miles.
He still has his nose buried deep in my neck, but he feels far away now. My stomach twists into a knot as we struggle to catch our breaths. Finn unlinks my legs from his waist and puts me down the next second.
I expect him to ice me out the way he did Louise, but… he tilts my chin forward and kisses me instead.
He kisses me so hard I gasp.
His tongue slips inside my mouth, and while I don’t understand shit about what’s going on, I welcome his lips without a second thought.
That’s when the spell breaks.
He backs away like he just got zapped.
Like he just realized what he was doing, and it wasn’t a part of the plan. Slowly, hatred spills back into his sharp eyes, and his features revert back into the scowl I’ve grown to hate.
“Finn,” I whisper, foolish enough to hope we can talk about what just happened, but he’s not having it.
Without sparing me a glance, he adjusts his pants—more precisely, what’s left of his hard-on—and turns to walk away.
“Don’t follow me,” he spits.
Then he’s gone.