Forgotten Fates

Chapter Twenty-Five

Alice

Saturday morning I am the first one up. Being careful to not wake Elijah, I quietly climb out of bed and tip-toe over Finn, to head downstairs. My first stop being the kitchen, so I can start to brew some coffee, remembering to fill the pot for all the extra people currently residing at hotel Alice.

I am pouring myself a cup when I hear footsteps on the stairs, and I already know that it's Finn even before I see him. He makes his way into the kitchen with his hair sticking in every direction, and while he managed to put his jeans back on before walking around the house, he still had no shirt. I have to give myself a mental slap to stop staring, but based on the occupying his face, I guess it was a little too late. He already caught me.

I pass him my cup of coffee, then grab a second mug from the cupboard for myself before asking, "How did you sleep?"

"As well as could be expected I guess, considering everything," he says blowing on his coffee and then taking a sip. And I hate how sexy he can make such a simple act look.

"It can be a lot to process," I say. "I'm actually surprised you are handling all of this so well."

"I don't mean the superhero stuff."

"Superhero?" I ask him then twist my neck in both directions to check behind me.

"What are you doing?"

"Looking for my cape," I tell him, and he almost spits out his coffee from laughing, but does manage to spill some from his cup onto his shirtless body.

"Holy crap that's hot!" he exclaims. He puts the cup down and is frantically looking for something to wipe it off with, but I am already there with a dish towel.

I try to not look at his ridiculously toned body while I move the towel around, but then I look up into his eyes which turns out to be just as big of a mistake.

"Hold on, you're going to be sticky." I wet the towel in the sink then hand it over for him to wipe away the rest.
He scrubs himself clean and then tosses the towel into the sink. "I may not be sticky or smell like coffee anymore, but I am now cold and wet."

I take a step closer and lay my hands tentatively on his sides. We keep eye contact with each other until I bend down, putting my face even with his now glistening six pack. Then I purse my lips and very lightly start to blow, using my air to dry the water, and causing goosebumps to freckle his skin. When I'm done, I rub my hand down his stomach to make sure it's dry, then slowly raise back up to look at him.

"How's that?" I ask.

"Still hot," he breaths. "Just in a different way." He stares at me for a moment longer before finally breaking the silence. "I was talking about what you said last night."

"What?" I ask confused.

"I told you it was a lot to process. Well, I was referring to our conversation last night. About you still loving me."

I take a step back and clear my throat before finally pouring my cup of coffee. "I never said that."

"No, but you did say that you didn't mean it when you told me you didn't love me anymore. That's basically the same thing."

"Finn, it doesn't mean anything though, I am still with someone else," I remind him.

"True, but after learning that you two haven't had sex yet, it makes me think that maybe I still have a chance."

I look at him with a puzzled expression. "Who told you Eli and I haven't had sex?"

"You did. Last night."