"Shut up, Molly! Just shut up!" I stare at Finn in absolute shock, but I comply. A few minutes go by until he speaks to me. "What were you thinking?" His voice sounds calm and quiet, as he rakes his long pale fingers through his curly hair. His chocolaty eyes bore into mine, as he walks closer to me, slowly. Slowly. He's in between my legs... His face is now inches from mine, his eyes wandering to my lips and then back up to my eyes. He gently rubbed his thumb against my lower lip, pulling it down a little.
I begin to feel his other hand caress my cheek, his fingers moving whatever loose strands of hair that were in my face. Tucking them behind my ear. "I-I'm sorry." It's all I can manage to say. "How much did you see?"
He smirks and gently presses his lips to my forehead. "I saw enough."
"Enough?" I press. His left hand wanders down from my cheek...To my jawline...My neck. "Those words you used..." He trails off, ignoring my question. His fingers continue to make their way lower, to my shoulder. To my breast. "A good girlfriend." He scoffs and squints one eye at me. He held at me locked in his icy gaze.
"F-Finn..." His fingers were now caressing my inner thigh. "She was never my girlfriend."
"Then what was she?" There's a long moment of silence. And then.
His lips crashed against mine, taking me by surprise. I immediately give in, our mouths moving together in sync. Then it dawned on me that he still hadn't answered my question." I try my best to push him away. This isn't what I want. At least not right now. "Am I not good enough for you anymore, Molly?" I look up at him, confused and aroused at the same time.
"I-I...I'm sorry, I'm..."
I can see a glint of hurt in his eyes, blinking like one of those red fuse signals people use when lost at sea. They grew cold with disgust, he steps back from me. "You're just like Kiiara...But worse." And then he stormed out of the room.
A/n: My heart hurts writing this chapter. What do you think about Finn's mood swings? I kinda find them hot tbh...What is wrong with me? Also, a disclaimer! Finn is sixteen turning seventeen in this book. So don't start telling me this isn't okay. It isn't smut, it's called fluff. Mmkay? Mmkay.
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Diary, Diary// f.w.
ФанфикWhen a new guy moves to town, weird things start to happen. The more Molly tries to find answers, more questions are brought to the table. What is going on?
