Beauty and the Beast | Fillie

Bubble

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After escaping from that restaurant, it was time to spend the night together — and this time, of course, they would have enjoyed every minute of it, not wasting a second of each other's company.

After sending a text to Gaten and Caleb, telling them what were his plans for the night, he simply asked them to take him and Millie to her home. Of course, the two were so happy to see Millie again, it seemed like the months never passed. Their boss was another person with her, sweeter and kinder, and they wished the couple could stay together forever.

When they finally dropped them at her home, Finn was, in a way, electrified. Because stepping into her house meant he gained her total trust, that he could enter in her private zone, in her own bubble.
She wouldn't have ever allowed it with the man he was six months before.

"Oh my Goodness, Finn! What— are you doing?" Millie screamed stupidly, stuttering a bit.

She was looking at him with dreamy eyes, while wrapping her arms around his neck. She felt as if when she was in his arms all of her pain, whatever mental or physical, mysteriously went away.

Finn looked at her as the response was pretty obvious since he was holding her bridal style, right in the middle of her tiny living room.
Weirdly, it felt like home.
Because no matter where he was, his heart belonged to the place she was in.

"Doing the sleepover you asked me, brat." he said, winking, feeling finally in peace, far away from that mansion he didn't feel it was his anymore.

Millie embraced tightened; she clenched her hands behind his neck, feeling that amazing feeling inside her stomach.
Oh God, she missed all of it so much: how they fought, they way he kept mocking her, the way they simply loved each other unconditionally.

"Let's do this pajamas party, then." she nodded happily.

"Um, just tell me where I have to go, baby doll." he asked, still holding her firmly in his arms, looking around, quite lost.

Millie narrowed an eyebrow, "Upstairs, Finn."

"Oh wow, I have just realized I have never been in your real bedroom. Progresses."

"Wait— so who entered in my room and left me the presents last month?" she frowned.

Finn just snorted, "Caleb. I mean, I am not that weird, sugar. I wanted to enter in your room only when you would have invited me in."

"Did I have to remind you our fight back at your house that night you want cuddles and literally throw yourself into my bed?" Millie retorted.

Sometimes, she just thought he was really weird.

"That was the Finn of the past. Now, I'm better. I mean, almost. I still can do whatever the fuck I want but I respect you too much to do it."

And she couldn't help but feeling her heart fluttering, "You're cute when you behave like a good boy!"

"I know. You don't deserve me, brat." Finn couldn't help but joke.

"Yeah, right." Millie rolled her eyes, not really wanting to fight.

He walked upstairs with still his little brat in his arms and he noticed how the door of her bedroom was the only one which was colored in purple: only Millie could have done something like that.
On the wooden surface, there was her name written with glitters, probably made many years before, and a: "Keep out - I'm reading."

Wolfhard suffocated a clear mocking laugh, "You're really a bookworm, baby doll."

"Glad you have noticed it after six months." she giggled, as she felt the ground down her feet again and finally entering in the room.