He rubs my clit until fireworks ignite in my toes.
“Fuck yes, baby.” He pumps his fingers into me one last time.
Overwhelming pleasure knocks the breath out of me as I peak all over his fingers, hating myself but loving the way it feels. There’s no manual for this. No right way to handle the guy you believed to be the love of your life coming back a year later as the person you always wanted him to be. I need to learn to forgive myself for this, but mostly… I need to stop wanting to do it again.
Coming back down to earth feels like that moment just before the roller coaster drops, except it lasts forever, and you’re terrified of what’s waiting at the bottom.
Oh, God, what did I do?
Finn draws his fingers out of me, then out of my pants, his other hand tilting my head to the side as he tries to kiss me. I dodge his lips, offering him my cheek without a second thought. He might’ve just made me come like never before, but kissing him would be too intimate. I don’t spare him so much as a glance as I rise to my feet and zip up my pants. Acting unbothered, I fix my hair, which is now a tangled mess, and make a beeline for the door.
No goodbye.
No warning.
Nothing.
“Where the hell are you going?” Finn calls me out on it just as I’m opening the door.
The lie is out of my mouth before I can help it. “To see Chance. At least with him, I didn’t have to fake it.”
I turn just in time to see Finn’s jaw hit the ground.
Then, without awaiting his response, I walk away.
Finn might’ve temporarily won over my body.
But I’ll die before giving him my heart.