Finn ducked his head and ran a hand over the back of his neck. “I mean, you were grinding back on me and making these little noises, and it was hot as fuck. Then you grabbed my hand and put it on your junk and started, um, thrusting.”
“I didwhat?” But it was true. Now he’d said it, the details came flooding back. Dreaming about Finn.WantingFinn. And in my half-asleep state, deciding to go for it, and damn the consequences.
Shit.
I’d just sleep-humped Finn Kelly.
I swallowed around the sudden lump in my throat. “I—I’m so sorry,” I whispered. “I’m better than this, I swear.” I covered my face with both hands and prayed for the earth to swallow me up.
Finn tugged at one hand and pulled it away from my face. “So you’re saying youdidn’tmean to start something?”
I shook my head, my stomach sinking. “Not deliberately. But I guess my body took the wheel.”
“I kinda guessed it wasn’t Jesus, what with all the dick.”
Finn didn’t sound mad, so I stole a glance up at him. He didn’t look mad either. In fact, with his flushed cheeks, lazy smile, and messy bedhead, he looked like a guy who’d just gotten laid and was pretty happy about the whole thing. Still, my simmering anxiety demanded that I check. “You really aren’t angry at me? Only, I feel like I took advantage.”
“Why would I be mad? Oh no, the cute guy I’ve been crushing on is into me. What a tragedy!” He mimed clutching a set of pearls, still grinning, but then his smile faded and his brow creased. “Unlessyoudidn’t want this?”
“Oh, I wanted it,” I blurted. “I dreamed about you. Which probably explains the sleep-humping.”
Finn’s pleased grin returned, and his eyes danced. “Honestly, I’m flattered that I managed to seduce you while I was asleep.” He let out a soft laugh and the tightness in my gut eased.
He really wasn’t mad. In fact, he seemed super pleased about the surprise wake-up sex, and I couldn’t blame him. It had been spectacular.
Finn was watching me carefully, an odd expression on his face, and I was suddenly aware that we were both still naked. It occurred to me that even though I’d touched Finn’s dick, I hadn’t seen it yet.
The irresponsible part of my brain whispered that if I asked, he’d show it to me, and maybe we could fool around some more, with both of us awake this time.
I shoved the thought aside. No. I’d already used my quota of dumb decisions for the day. I’d do the sensible thing and feed Finn breakfast, then take him back to town where he could do whatever it was he had planned for the day. Then I could work on my gingerbread house.
Strangely, the idea didn’t fill me with as much excitement as it usually did.
Finn nudged me with his elbow, the strange expression still in place. “Hey. Are you really okay? Because if you’re having regrets, we can pretend this never happened.”
I looked up at him in surprise. I’d half expected him to tease me about this, and I was oddly touched by his concern. Not that I’d be forgetting what we’d done any time soon, because comeon, but I appreciated the offer. “I’m fine,” I said. “Zero regrets.”
Something like relief flitted over Finn’s features before he flashed me his usual cocky grin. He got out of bed and pulled on his underwear before looking around the room, his brow creased. “Shit. I don’t have anything to wear.”
“I put your clothes in the dryer after I showered last night,” I said, grateful for the change of topic, “since they were mainly just damp. I’ll get them.”
I slid out from under the covers, aware that Finn was watching my naked ass as I found some clean underwear and slipped it on. I hoped he wasn’t disappointed in what he saw and then wondered why I cared. This had been a one-time thing. An accidental hookup, nothing more.
A fantastic hookup, but still. The part of my brain that loved to question everything couldn’t help wondering if he was really okay with it or if he was just being polite.
When I stepped out of the bedroom, I was immediately attacked by Asshole, who wrapped herself around my ankles, meowing loudly.
I fed the cat and delivered Finn’s clothes, and while he dressed I grabbed the rest of my clothes and said, “I’m just gonna—” and ducked into the bathroom to give him some privacy. I washed up and got dressed, then made coffee.
When Finn emerged from the bedroom, I held up a mug. “Coffee?”
“You’re the best.” Finn took the cup I offered him with an easy smile.
I made us toast and scrambled eggs, and I was relieved to find that the silence as we ate was less awkward than I’d feared. Still, I had no doubt Finn would be glad to leave this whole situation behind.
Once he’d eaten, Finn pulled his boots on and, yeah, he was eager to go. I ignored the tiny stab of disappointment when he wrapped his scarf around his neck and donned his gloves and beanie, and I dressed in my own outerwear.
Then I opened the front door—only to close it again.
