Page 12 of Always Him

He squeezes it a little and then pulls me against him, his hand sliding around my hip. Where it belongs.

We walk down the road, letting Vincent graze on the weeds growing from the pavement, and then we turn around and make our way back home. Thankfully, when we arrive, the playlist is off and my parents are in the kitchen, snacking on chips.

I let Vincent off his leash, and he prances around the house, bleating happily.

He’s probably glad they’re done too. His poor little goat eyes. The things he must have seen.

“Oh, you took your time,” my mom says with a smile, and I waggle a finger at her. “We couldn’t find you.”

“I wanted to make sure we didn’t see anything horrifying. So, we left.”

My dad chews loudly and shrugs, “No need to be snarky. You know how we get.”

I tilt my head at him and sigh. “Don’t remind me. It’s disgusting. So, what’s the plan?”

“We ordered pizza, wings, garlic rolls, one of those giant chocolate chip cookies, and a gallon of soda,” Dad says. “It should be here soon. Want to watch a movie while we pig out?”

I glance up at Finn and he shrugs. “Sure.”

So, we all settle on the couch, and when the food arrives, we dig in. As I scoot between Finn’s legs and rest my head against his chest, his hands settle around my waist and I let my eyes sink closed, feeling warm and safe in his arms.

* * *

When we arrive back at my apartment, I’m almost dead to the world. It’s later than I thought. My parents had a hard time letting us leave. My dad kept showing me the additions to the cat tree and then spent a bunch of time showing us all the tricks Vincent can do. Spoiler alert: he can do zero tricks. Unless blinking and cocking his head in confusion is considered a trick.

Now it’s almost midnight and my eyes are heavy. Every day, I wake with so much energy, ready to conquer shit, but by nighttime, I’m pooped. Dead to the world. Lights fucking out.

I flop back onto the bed and immediately Finn starts to undress me, pulling down my pants and removing my prosthetic before tugging my shirt off.

“Boxers too,” I grumble because I just want to sleep naked tonight. I want to feel the cool sheets against my skin, want to feel free. Feel Finn everywhere.

My best friend hesitates a moment before his fingers slowly tug them off, leaving me blessedly naked.

“God,” I mutter, letting my hands travel across the sheets. “Sleeping naked is like the best thing ever.”

Finn huffs a laugh and I watch as he undresses, tossing his shirt and pants into the hamper.

“You can sleep naked too,” I tell him.

He shakes his head, running a hand through his hair. “Not a good idea. What if there’s an earthquake? Do you want to be running around bare-assed?”

I try to roll my eyes but they’re too tired. Finn crawls in next to me and pulls me into his arms. I wrap myself around him, throwing my leg over his, and tuck my face right into his armpit before letting sleep pull me under.

* * *

I wake up suddenly, my body thrumming with need. My eyes take in the still-dark room and I can hear heavy rain pounding against the window.

Fuck, it’s been a while since I’ve gotten off. Don’t even get me started on sex. The last girl I fucked was right before my accident. I haven’t been with anyone since.

I shift against Finn, my ass brushing against his hard dick and his arm tightens around me.

“You awake?” he whispers, his voice thick with sleep.

“Yeah.”

“You okay?” he asks.

“Yeah, just…. Fuck, I’m horny. It’s been a while. Too long. My dick needs a little attention, I guess.”

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