|| 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, October 27th -
"Am tired." Finnley murmurs repeatedly with a sleepy voice.
"Just sleep." I whisper, caressing his hair, smiling down on him. We're in the car back home and Finnley just decided to lay down with his head on my lap, staring up at me. I bet he isn't too comfortable, but since he's drunk out of his mind I guess he doesn't mind, as long as he's able to lay down.
I called Jason to tell him we found Finnley and that we're taking him home. He instantly asked him in what state we found him and when I told him Finnley was pretty drunk, he asked if anyone was willing to help him to keep an eye on him.
Off course, I didn't hesitate to say I would stay with him during the night to make sure he's doing fine.
I have no exams or classes tomorrow, so I have no reason to sleep anyway. Besides, it's offering me a chance to be with Finnley for a while, even though mister pretty boy himself managed to drink enough until he was barely able to walk on his own. Oliver and I had to help him downstairs and to the car. As soon as one of us would let go, he'd instantly would slump down like dead weight, causing him to fall once when I let go of him to open the front door of the apartment. After that, Nathan made sure all doors were open for us to pass.
I smirk because Finnley started to hum, his head swaying on the tune that he picked. His eyes are closed and he seems to enjoy himself.
"Is he always like this when he's drunk?" I ask curiously, looking up and into the back mirror to find Oliver staring at me already.
"He can be a real pain in the ass, if that's what you mean." Oliver sounds serious, without so much as a hint towards a smile.
"He seems to enjoy himself."
"Am awake, kiddo." Finnley murmurs, opening his eyes to look up at me. "'Am-joying myself."
"Good." I chuckle while he reaches his hand up to touch my face.
"You pretty." He looks like he's enchanted by me, which gives me a warm feeling that's heating up my body from inside out. "Ho-youdo that?" He lolls his head sideways a bit, now looking confused.
"Do what?"
"Your skinsperfecto."
"Thanks." I smirk again and Oliver and Nathan both laugh a little over Finnley's current state. "You don't look so bad yourself either."
"Am hot." He tries to wink, I think, but he fails, closing both his eyes, one after the other about three times, before he laughs out loud, giving up and closing his eyes. "Soooo hot."
"Very..." I whisper, still amused while looking at him.
"Keep the flirting to a minimum until we're gone," Oliver grumbles in annoyance, crossing his arms, sliding down in his seat a bit.
