Page 22 of Always Him

My eyes water from laughing so hard as Finn tugs my boxers off and cleans me up.

“You’re a fucking mess. Have you always been like this?”

“Yes, I have. It seems I need to get laid.”

Finn’s dark eyes meet mine, his thumb brushing against my hip.

“And so do you,” I add.

He chews on his lip and I smile softly at him.

“I think this was a wake-up call.”

His throat clicks loudly as he swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “Yeah.”

I reach up and brush his cheek gently. “I think I need to set up a Tinder profile. Will you help me, Finn?”

His eyes shutter and he tilts his head down, exhaling softly. “Yeah, sure.”

My hand flops down on the mattress next to me and I sigh.

“But not now. Maybe later. When I’m feeling more motivated.”

Finn runs a hand down his face and looks tired. The man is really a saint for putting up with my shit. I don’t know how I got so lucky finding such a great best friend.

“Come here,” he says, extending his arms toward me. “I’m going to wash the sheets.”

I scoot over to him and let him cradle me in his arms as he carries me to the couch in the living room. He tucks me underneath a blanket and the warmth of it coupled with the residual fatigue from my orgasm lulls me into a nap.

* * *

Neither of us mentions what happened for the rest of the day. After dozing for some of the afternoon, we get up and lounge around the apartment, ordering Uber Eats and watching a movie until Finn carries me to bed.

I fall asleep on his chest, his heartbeat gently pulsing against my cheek.

It’s dark when I suddenly wake, the wind outside rattling the windowpane, and the bed is empty and cold. My hand runs along the space where Finn usually is, and I feel his absence intensely. I grab his pillow and inhale the scent of him before turning over onto my back.

Ugh, where is he? I can’t sleep without him. You should see me during the semester, when he’s ten light-years away. I’m a zombie. I cannot wait until he’s graduated and can move in with me. Then I can finally have some motherfucking peace. I mean, we haven’t discussed this, but I know he’ll do it.

He needs me as much as I need him.

My eyes take in the dark room and then they catch on a sliver of light from under the bathroom door.

I sit up, pull on my prosthetic and move toward the closed door. What the hell is he doing in there at four in the morning?

My mouth opens to call his name but I freeze when I hear it—a muffled “fuck”and the sound of something hitting the wall.

Taking a step forward, I press my hand to the doorframe and lean in, listening.

“Fuck! Fuck this,” I hear him mutter and then a low, almost painful, groan.

“Finn?” I ask softly, hoping he’s okay. What the hell is he doing in there? My hand moves to the door handle, but it’s locked.

Shit, when has he ever locked a door? It must be serious. He never keeps me out; he never keeps secrets from me.

For a moment, there’s just silence from the bathroom and I wonder if he’s going to answer me. Worry starts to gnaw at my stomach, but then I hear, “Yeah, Landon, I’ll be out in a minute.”

“Are you okay?” I ask, rubbing at my tired eyes.

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