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Mean: Taylor Swift
"8:15!" I brush my wet hair in my dorm.
"No. Please." Finn wraps his arms around me from behind. "Just five more minutes."
"You said that fifteen minutes ago."
"You can't prove that." He kisses my neck.
I tilt my head to the side to give him more access and then shakily exhale. "Can too."
"Unless you have a recording, Agent Brennan, or any other type of proof-"
"Shut up." I whip around and kiss him. I wrap my arms around his neck and he cups my face. "I'm serious, baby. You have to go. You have to practice for Nationals."
"Not without you."
"I'll be there, front row. Promise."
"Okay." He nods. "But clear your schedule for later. I'm taking you out."
"Sounds ominous."
"Don't know what that means, but I'll look it up and let you know if you're right."
"You better." I place my hand on his chest and kiss him.
"Mhm, look at that. It's actually 7:17, not 8:17." He points to the clock on my nightstand.
"Hudson." I warn.
He smirks and connects our lips. "When's your first class?"
"9:20, but-"
"Good." He takes the brush out of my hand and sets it down. He then picks me up and I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. "You'll be right on time. So will I." He carries me to my bed and lays me down, now getting in between my legs.
"You're gonna pay—" I sharply inhale as he kisses down my body. "For this."
"I hope you use your cuffs then." He kisses my stomach.
I whimper and pull on his hair. "You're gonna wish I did." I arch my back and then flip us over. I reconnect our lips and he slides his hands up my shirt. I kiss him harder and he unhooks my bra from under my shirt. I then gasp as he lets my bra fall to the floor and he flips us back over. "I love you." I take off my shirt and remove the belt from his pants.
"I love you more." He kisses down my chest and unzips my jeans.
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"Jonas." I head up the stairs.
"Hey, kid. How was prom?" Jonas closes the file in his hand.
I furrow my eyebrows. "How did you know—wait, is that why you've been letting me off cases for the past few weeks?"
