The Drama With My Drama Teacher

A Miss That You Should Kiss

A Miss You Should Kiss

In a split second, I react.

My hands fly up into his hand to drag his lips closer to mine. My chest crashes into his and he wraps his arms around me possessively.

His tongue teases its way into my mouth and I moan, leading him to push me towards the wall so my back hits it roughly. I cry out in surprise, but the sound is muffled by his kiss.

Finn cups my face with his hand, pulling me even closer to him. With my teeth I nip his bottom lip and he elicits a low growl that sends fire racing down my body.

His hands slide down my body until it reaches my thigh, lifting it until it's wrapped around his waist. I squeal as Finn hoists my body up so both my legs are wrapped around him.

My eyes meet his as our lips break, my arms around his neck. Before he can say anything I reclaim his lips with mine, tugging on the back of his hair.

Finn's hand slide from underneath my thighs to my bum, squeezing gently and making my insides throb with need. He moves backwards, into the living room, and drops me onto the sofa.

I grab his shirt and pull him back towards me. Finn crawls between my legs and I wrap them back around him.

He hovers for a moment above me, staring down at me. I offer him a shy smile and he smiles back, slowly reaching down to brush my lips with his again.

This rapid change, from wild passion to gentle precision, makes my stomach flip. How does he know every inch of my body without ever having touched it?

Finn's hands slide down my body, gripping my waistline, his fingers brushing my chest with the lightest gaze. "Is this okay?" He pants and I nod, bringing his lips back to mine.

Between my legs, I can feel his want pressing against me, and I roll my hips to create a delicious friction between us. I moan his name as I continue to move against him, my head swimming with his scent and the depths of his kisses.

"Chelsea" Finn breathes, and for a second I don't hear him, my other senses taking a temporary backseat to the way I'm touching him. But then his lips leave mine and I blink back into reality.

"What?" I ask him, breathlessly, stroking down the side of his face with two fingers. "Is this not okay?"

For a second worry spreads around my body. Finn notices the fear crossing my face and quickly leans down to kiss me, his lips lingering on mine.

"This is perfect, Chelsea, but we can't go any further" Finn tells me, pulling back from me to sit on the sofa and allowing me to sit up.

"Why? Don't you want to?" I ask him, reaching out to intertwine my fingers in his. Finn squeezes my hand, giving me a smile.

"Of course I want to! But not like this. I want to take you out to dinner first" Finn tells me and I giggle. He lifts up our intertwined hands and kisses the back of my hand.

"Why don't I cook dinner for us instead?" I propose, raising my eyebrows. Finn looks surprised.

"I didn't know you cooked" Finn tells me "You really are a woman of many talents. When would you like to?"

"Why don't you spend Christmas with me?" I ask him, the words out of my mouth before I even have chance to think about it. "I mean, I'm going to be alone, you're going to be alone... It makes sense"

"Are you not spending Christmas with your brother?" Finn asks and I'm about to scoff but I realise Gemma and I have somewhat reached a mutual understanding.