|| 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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- Friday, September 15th -
Jaimie seems lost at what to do; follow, or stay behind. He's frozen in his spot and I guess he decided not to intervene with an angry Finnley.
"Let me go!" I try to pull my wrist from his hold but damn is this boy strong. "You don't have a right to be jealous!" I call out. "You got Oliver."
"Oh, shut up!" He yells back, still pulling me further, even though we're outside already. He pulls me past the security and through the exit of the outside area.
"Finn, where the fuck are we going?" I call out, still failing to free myself. His nails are digging in my skin, making this even more painful.
He yanks me forward, making me stumble and nearly fall down, as soon as we rounded a corner of an alley. "What the hell do you think you're doing!?" He pushes me in anger. "Why are you kissing Jaimie!?"
"Because..." I shrug. "Just... Who the fuck are you to ask me what I'm doing? You're all over Oliver and now you're telling me I'm not allowed to kiss Jaimie?"
"No, you can't!" He snaps in anger, pushing me again. "This isn't about me, Cris. Stan really, really likes him! You can't go behind his back and kiss Jaimie without being seriously in love with him."
"Who says I'm not in love with him!?"
"Are you?"
"Maybe I am."
Finnley rolls his eyes, before he pushes me again, this time my back hits a wall. His eyes flicker down towards my lips and like always, he's subconsciously licking his own. His hair is less messy then I'm used to and he's actually not wearing one of the flannels right now, but a hoodie I wore when he was missing. Damn does it look good on him. All I wanted was getting my mind off of him. This is not helping, this is not helping at all. All I want to do right now... is kiss him.
I grab his collar, pulling him closer, connecting my lips with his. He's quick in responding, deepening the kiss instantly, taking over control.
Oh my god, why did I do that? I know I can't push him away even if I want to. Not while his hands are under my shirt, touching skin, causing my body to catch on fire.
His body is touching mine in nearly every spot now, his arms around my waist holding me close to him. His tongue playing with mine.
I moan into his mouth, our breaths mixing. My hands got a mind of their own, because even though I'm thinking that I should push him away, all I do is put an arm around his neck, grabbing his hair with the other. I buck my hips forward, creating a friction that is causing us both to moan.
I pull away, only to kiss the skin on his throat. He throws his head backwards and moans a little louder.
"Cris..." He mumbles in desperation, his voice sounding weird. "I just wanted to make a point..."
