𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 | 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞

Chapter 20

Finn

I can't fucking believe I'm doing this.

I'm sitting outside Millie's dorm, waiting for her to come down so we can go see my mom. My fucking mom. Josh has only met her in person once. I don't do this, but Mom's been driving me crazy about it for the past three days. I can't disappoint her over something as small as this.

Millie and I are already playing the game. What's adding another level to it? Another lie we can both play and pretend is really a good idea. I'm not stupid. I know it's not, but I know when I touch her it takes me away and I really fucking need a mental break. To lose myself in her heat.

"Hey," she says from behind me. I stand up and turn. Damn, she's hot. Her legs are firm and now I know it's because she danced. Of course she's wearing a skirt because she may not realize it, but in some ways she really is a princess.

Heat scorches beneath my skin and I want to forget everything, take her back to her room and strip her. "Let's go back to your room." I take a step toward her, almost touch her but stop. This situation we're in is so screwed up because it's a lie and I don't know how to act around her.

Fuck it. I let my hand slide under her shirt and grip her waist. "It'll be a lot more fun to stay here," I say against her ear.

"Finn." It sounds like a warning, but she leans her head to the side to give me better access to her neck. I dip my tongue in the hollow spot behind her ear.

"Let's go." I pull her against me and let her feel the reaction my body has to her.

"Your mom is expecting us."

I kiss a trail to her mouth. "No...I didn't tell her yet. I figured I'd call on the way."

This makes her tense and I'm sure it's going to be one of those things girls make a big ass deal of when it really doesn't matter. "Don't do that. Come on." I try to persuade her.

"You were taking me to meet your mom and you didn't even tell her yet?"

Groaning, I pull away. "It's not a big deal. I was going to call her before we went."

"No. You never planned on going. You may think you did, but you didn't."

"I—" Don't have an answer. I shouldn't have to have one. "You're acting like a girlfriend."

She pushes me away. "You're acting like a prick."

Millie tries to walk away, but I grab her wrist. She's fucking right and I know it.

"Wait."

And she does. Doesn't turn around and I don't speak right away. Finally I man the hell up and say, "This isn't easy."

Millie turns and I can see it in her eyes. She gets its. It's crazy how much this girl gets me. I don't pretend to understand it or want to.

"But it's important."

I give a short nod. "I'll call her in the car."

We get in her car and I pull out my phone and call Mom. It takes a while for her to answer, but she always does.

"Hello?" her voice sounds raspy.

"Hey. I'm heading over. I have—I have Millie with me. I just wanted to make sure you were home and not running around town."

I hope for a laugh and get one. "I love you," she says and I'm not sure why.

"I love you too, Mom. You're good? If you want me to come alone—"