|| Second Book! Can not be read as a stand-alone || Read The Secrets Of Finnley first!
"Be fearless in the pursuit of what sets your soul on fire."
After getting in a lot of trouble, Cristian tried to pick up his carefree life again. He focusses on...
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- Saturday, September 2nd -
I roll over, hit my head against a wall painfully hard and am confused about where I am right now. It takes a while before I realize I'm in my own bed, which is propped up between two walls – which has its pro's and con's. Right now, it prevents me from falling out of my bed.
But I wonder how I got back here in the first place. I don't really remember anything besides a lot of dancing, a very freaking heated kiss with Finnley, a whole lot of alcohol and that's about it.
I roll back to the middle of the bed, reaching out for my phone to find out what time it is, noticing I have one missed text from mister Finnley Lund himself.
What an honour he still has my phone number.
Then again, I still have his saved in my phone too.
Bu still, what an honour for him to actually send me a text. It feels like years ago that he actually was the first to send out a text, or initiate a call. It feels like ages since he reached out for me, instead of the other way around.
Finny
What's the biggest mistake you ever made? (05:34)
"What's the biggest mistake I ever made?" I look at my phone confused, wondering why the hell he sends me this text, before I notice the time he did send it to me. Maybe he just got really drunk and didn't know what he was doing. Forgetting about the fact I broke contact, or the fact he stormed away from me after that heavenly kiss.
Oh my, that kiss." I groan, falling backwards with my head in my pillow. I nearly got lost in trying to both hurt him physically, and getting him hot and bothered just because of me.
I wanted him to want meinstead of that guy he was with.
"Oliver," I mutter the name I remember he told me somewhere along the night. The handsome motherfucker that was with him.
Ugh, I hate him already. Who is he anyway!?I never heard him about Oliverbefore. I groan once again, before I scoot to the end of my bed, climbing out and rummaging through my closet to find myself some clothes to wear.
I saunter towards the living room yawning and stretching shamelessly, heading straight into the open kitchen to grab something to drink.
Morning, drunk fool." Stan's voice sounds amused, coming from the living room.
"Morning," I answer, pouring myself some orange juice before I join him and Nathan in the living room. "What happened to you?" I frown, watching him while he's holding a bag of ice against his nose.
"Jaimie's playing hard to get again."
"He hit you?" I laugh out loud, letting myself fall down on the couch.
"We were kissing, you know." Stan smirks, wiggling his eyebrows. "But I think he realized he let it happen again when I felt him up. He pushed me away, hit me in the face, yelled for me to leave him alone and left."
