rogue

twelve

He sinks on top of me, and I hold him.

For endless seconds, I just want to feel him pressed against my chest. I just want to feel his rapid heartbeat, his shallow breathing on my neck, and the little kisses he plants along my collarbone.

I don't want this moment to end. Ever.

"Finn," I slide my hands into his hair. "You're not drunk, are you?" I can feel him smile against my skin.

"No, Chloe, I'm not." He rolls off me and pulls me with him, so I'm on top of him. "Give me a second." He shifts around, and moments later, he removes the condom and tosses it into the bin next to the bed.

"I don't even remember the last time I was drunk. I had two beers, that's all! I promise." He puts his arm around my waist and pulls me closer.

"Okay, I was just-"

"You were afraid that I'm only doing this because I'm drunk?"

"I don't know." He cocks an eyebrow at me. "Okay, maybe a little. We are supposed to be friends, Finn. That's not a very friendly thing to do, don't you think?"

"Chloe, of course, we are, but there's more. I-"

"Finn, man, are you in there?" Loud banging on the door makes me jolt back in surprise.

"Did you lock the door?" I ask, horrified.

Finn stares at the door. "I don't kn-"

The door bursts open, and we just have time to quickly pull the blanket up to cover ourselves. "I'm sorry I lost Chloe. I can't fin-"

Garrett waltzes in and stops in his tracks as he sees us. "I guess I found her?" He offers with a smirk on his face.

"Out." Finn screams, while I'm busy hiding under the covers and turning a bright shade of red.

Damn it. "Is he gone?" I whisper.

He pulls the blanket away. "I'm sorry, I forgot. He won't tell anyone if that's what you're worried about."

"Okay, but... what did he mean by this whole 'I lost Chloe' thing?"

Finn looks anywhere but at me and moves to the edge of the bed. "I think we should get dressed and get back before someone else gets the idea to look for us." And really, without facing me, he stands up and bends down for his jeans.

"Finn," I growl. "Why would he say that?" I'm way too irritated to actually appreciate Finn's naked body.

"I told him to keep an eye on you. Happy now?" He grumbles and ties his shoes.

I actually thought his friend made a joke by saying they would play bodyguard for me.

"Why? I don't need a babysitter!" I hastily get my clothes as well and put them on. "Unbelievable."

"Don't act so surprised. I told you I would keep an eye on you. I don't want anyone to hurt you."

"I'm not some kid. I'm an adult. I'm capable of going to parties without-"

"Chloe, you never go to parties. I know you're not that social. I just wanted you to have a good time without anyone harassing you."

Should I be mad at him for practically calling me antisocial, or should I be happy that he wanted to protect me?

"You ass." I throw my shoe towards him, but he easily catches my chucks.

Okay, apparently option A.

"I'm not antisocial just because I don't like to go out and party with drunks and sleep with a different guy every day."

"Damn it, that's not what I meant, Chloe. I was just trying to be a good friend." He visibly flinches at his own words.

Friend? FRIEND?

"Wow, how very noble of you. So you keep all your friends away from me just so you can sleep with me in the end. What's next? You slept with me because you're such an amazing friend."

"I'm not talking to you when you behave this crazy. If you would hold on for one second to think, then you'd know it's not like that."

"I'm not cra-" I stop mid-sentence. Well, maybe a little bit. I take a deep breath. "What is it like? Why did you sleep with me?"

He stares at me, his chest rapidly rising and falling. "Because I wanted you," he finally says and steps closer to me.

"Wanted?" I whisper.

"Want. I want you, Chloe." He leans down and brushes his lips lightly over mine. "I really just didn't want your first frat party to be a disaster. That's the only reason why I let him keep an eye on you as well."

"Are you really sure that's the only reason?"

A lazy smile appears on his face. "And because I didn't want some dude to have his way with you tonight."

I raise an eyebrow at him.

And as if he can feel my inner turmoil, he embraces me and rests his chin on my head. "Don't think, Chloe. This can be so good. Don't question it."

I look at his face. He's smiling down at me, his eyes burning into mine.

I want him. I want him more than anything in this world, and not overthinking this? Just enjoying what we have? It doesn't seem like a bad idea.

I go up on my tiptoes and pull him down by his nape. "Not thinking. I can do that." I kiss his smiling lips.

"Good." He replies and deepens our kiss.

***

I groan into my pillow.

I can't sleep.

Every time I close my eyes, I see images of Finn's naked body.

I can still feel him. I can still feel the slight ache between my legs. I can still smell him on my skin - then, gross or not, I just couldn't bear the thought of washing him off me.

But now is not the time to fantasize about him. I need to sleep. Damn it.

The sound of the door creeping open makes me smile into my pillow. I don't move a muscle; I lie still and wait...

And then I can feel my mattress dip, and seconds later, I get pulled against his strong chest.

"Couldn't sleep," he murmurs and kisses my shoulder.

Nuzzling my neck, he rests his hand on my hip and tangles his legs with mine.

All the while, I say nothing - I just take it all in. The preciousness of this moment.

There are really no words needed.

So I close my eyes again, relax in his arms, and drift off into a deep sleep.

Or not so deep sleep.

Two hours later, I can feel Finn moving next to me.

I stare at the clock on my wall. It's 6 am.

"No," I grumble. "Stay." I turn around to see him already getting out of bed.

"I have to get up, I'm sorry! See you tonight!" I'm way too tired to protest, so I just pout my lips.

He leans down to lightly peck them, and I sigh. Yep, that's definitely something I could get used to.

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Jessy xx