𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 | 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞

Chapter 17

Millie

I shove the picture of Mom under my mattress and jump out of bed. I didn't expect him to get a hold of me again today, but I'm glad he did. Glad I can shove the memories away and let Finn distract me.

I slip on a pair of slippers and a bra, even though I might not have it on for long, before sneaking out the door and down the hall. Thankfully the RA is nowhere in sight, but I have to steer clear of the front entrance. It's guarded like a high security prison.

My heart beats fast, and I'm not sure if it's because I'm scared of getting caught, excited to see him, or because once it's broken it goes haywire from time to time.

I ignore it all because Finn gives me something to concentrate on.

When I get to the door I eye the halls to make sure no one's around before I slide my card and the door clicks open. Finn's standing there wearing the same thing he did earlier and a smirk that mixes "Cocky Finn" and something I don't recognize.

"Don't give me that look." I shake my head.

"The look that says you got down here awful quick?"

"Who came to who?"

He shrugs. "I don't think anyone could blame me. You gonna let me in?"

"Yeah. Make sure you're quiet. If we get caught, I don't know you. You're just some creepy stalker who's following me up to my room."

I turn to walk away, but Finn grabs my arm.

"Is your roommate here?"

I roll my eyes because it's a little late for him to ask me that. Finn seems to get it because he gives me another smirk and then his lips find mine. I'm squeezed between the wall and his hard body and all I can think is, damn this man can kiss.

Finn's hands move to my hips as though he's trying to hold me in place. I want to tell him I'm not going anywhere, but my mouth is too busy being devoured by his.

"I have a room for this," I'm finally able to say when his lips go to my throat.

"I couldn't wait. I've already been a saint." He pulls away and I wish I hadn't said anything at all.

The rattle of a doorknob sounds from behind us. I grab Finn's hand and turn down a hall. It's the long way, but we can still get to my room from here. The risk of getting caught is more likely, but I'm pretty sure no one besides the RA would care.

This is the only kind of situation where Finn would let me lead him around. We're not running, but walking fast and for the first time, I realize these hallways are way too long.

I turn again, before slipping into a stairwell. We're both up the stairs and then my head is out a door to make sure no one is in the hall. My room is only three doors down, so we slip out. The second we're inside his mouth finds mine again.

My instinct is to stop him. To use the hand I have on his hip and push him away. I mean, give a girl a minute. I haven't let anyone take advantage of me in a long time, but then I remember this is what I want. He's not taking advantage of anything. We both want the same thing, so instead of pushing, my hand on his hip pulls him closer.

Then he pulls away, but he's still standing so close to me I can feel every part of him. Feel his desire for me. Finn's breathing's heaving and I feel the heat of it float across my neck. I'm stuck between asking him why he stopped and feeling slightly glad he did. This is new territory. How do you move forward when your plan is just to hook-up? Do we talk? Just go for it?

Stop it!

I hate that feeling—not knowing what to do. Without knowing it, Finn saves me.

"You're a dancer."