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Chapter 15

Millie

Last night plays on reverse in my mind. It starts from the feel of Finn's arm around me, flashes to the car ride, the shed, Jacob, the drinking.

My heart seizes. Oh, God. I made a fool of myself. I was such an idiot! I squeeze my eyes shut as though that will somehow make it go away, but I know it won't. It happened and there's no changing it. No changing any of the things that happen to us.

All there is to do is move on.

Starting now.

I am about to try and sneak out of the bed and save Finn and I both dealing with...I don't even know what. I can't say the morning after, because nothing happened besides him seeing me the way no one else ever has. The way no one should.

I try to move and his hand squeezes. It's then I realize where it is. On my breast! Holy crap. How do I get out of this one? I try to move again and this time he stirs.

"Mornin,'" His voice is rough from sleep.

"Hey...I need to get up, but...ummm."

His hand jerks back. "Fuck. Sorry. Reflex."

And I know I need to thank him. To say something because what he did was huge and he didn't have to do it. Most guys wouldn't. Not after everything that's gone down between us, but instead of thank you, what comes out is, "Can I use your bathroom?"

"Sure. It's right across the hall. Are you planning on sneaking away, Cinderella?"

Getting out of the bed, I turn to him. Big mistake. Huge. He is probably the sexiest guy I've ever seen. He has his shirt off and there's that tribal tattoo on his right shoulder and leading all the way down his arm. His muscles are hard, his grin cocky. It makes me hate him a little.

"From princess to Cinderella?"

"I'm kidding. Go to the bathroom." He gets up and follows me. His pants hang low. Not too low and they're held up by a belt, but that sliver of boxer briefs shows against his belly.

"Are you planning on coming with me?"

"No, but I'd like to brush my teeth. Beer doesn't taste as good the next day."

Ugh. He's right. I stand in the hallway, letting him brush his teeth first, before he walks out.

"I'll be in bed. Just come back in when you're done."

Locking the door behind me, I fall against it. I don't feel like Cinderella. More like Dorothy in Oz. I have no idea what's going on here.

When I needed someone it was Finn who helped me.

I don't like needing help. I don't know if I like him, but he was there. He's been there. And even though I don't like it, there's something about him that pulls out my secrets. Like he's a magnet, my past, my secrets and my pain, little shards of metal unable to resist his pull. I don't understand and I don't even know if I want to, but it feels good having some of those things siphoned out.

"Stop thinking so much, Mills." I go to the bathroom, wash my hands and then rinse my mouth with mouthwash on the counter.

Running my fingers through my hair I try and make it not look as though I didn't sleep like the dead last night.

Which I did. For the first night since I found out about Mom, I really slept.

Bones... In the woods. Gone...

"I'll help you find your mama."

I pull open the door, trying to leave those thoughts behind. Finn's in his bed when I get there, one arm flung over his face and the blanket up to his waist. He opens the eye that isn't covered, looks at me and then closes it again.