“Hey, uh, do you mind if I sleep over at your place tonight?” Finn asked. We were sitting in the van parked in my driveway. Finn had just driven us back from Michael’s base and I was really tired.
“Of course I don’t mind, why?”
“I don’t think I could handle being in the same house as Sebastian after he kept all those secrets from me.” Finn explained, looking sadly out the window.
“Oh. Well, you know you can sleepover anytime, right? I’m sure my mom won’t mind having a nice looking guy walking around and I enjoy the company.”
We climbed out of the van and Finn locked it. All the lights in the house were off except for the one in my mom’s room. I didn’t bother checking up on her in case she was in the middle of…. Er…. Work.
As soon as we stepped inside of my room, Finn plopped down on my desk chair. He sighed heavily.
“What’s wrong?” I asked softly.
“Nothing,” he mumbled, shrugging slightly. There was obviously something wrong. I’d have to be blind to not notice.
“Aw, come on. Tell me.” I pressed.
“It’s nothing, nothing you can help me, at least.”
“It’s just that…. I thought they were dead,” Finn started, referring to his parents. “That’s what Sebastian always told me when I was little. That they were dead. I don’t know how I should feel, I mean, if someone discovers that they parents are still alive….. they would be happy. But I just……”
I didn’t know how to respond to that, so I sauntered over and sat on his lap. “Are you sure there’s nothing I can do to help?” I asked, trying to sound seductive.
“Are you sure?” I whispered in his ear.
“Well, something did just pop up in my head,” he replied, kissing me firmly on the lips. I instantly responded to the kiss and Finn deepened it, sending sparks of electricity throughout my entire body.
After a few minutes of hard-core making out, Finn lifted me up gently and placed me down on my bed. Then, he straddled me at the hips.
“Finn,” I started tentatively.
“Hmm?” he leaned down and kissed my lips, making me let out a shaky breath.
“Alright, I’ll stop now,” he said softly. Finn was about to get off the bed when I grabbed his hand and stopped him. “No, that’s not what I meant. I don’t want you to stop.”
He seemed taken aback by my answer, “Huh?”
“I’m ready, Finn.”
“Yes.” I whispered.
A grin slipped onto hid face and he looked like he had just won the lottery.
I, on the other hand, was a nervous wreck. My heart raced in my chest so fast that I thought I was going to have a heart attack. The sound of my pulse pounded in my ears, which made me even more anxious.
Finn started to undo the first button on his black button-up shirt, but he couldn’t because his hand was shaking slightly.
I smirked, “Finn, are you nervous?”
“What? No,” he answered a bit too quickly.
“You shouldn’t be. This isn’t YOUR first time, after all,” I pointed out.
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The HeirTeen Fiction
Bianca doesn't know it yet, but she is the last descendant of her legendary family. When she meets the mysterious, sexy new student, Finn, she starts to question everything she thought she knew about-- the secrets her closest family and friends have...