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“Let’s go tomorrow,” I blurt out.
Her eyebrows shoot up. “I thought you were here on business.”
“All work and no play makes Finnick a dull boy.”
ChapterEight
GEORGIA
“Ishould take the pull-out,” I offer when Finn and I are done eating. I’m so full, I know I’ll pass out the second I lie down.
“I’m not going to let you sleep on a pull-out sofa.”
“Honestly, I wasn’t going to bother.” I motion toward the couch. It’s big enough for me to sleep on without having to go through the hassle of pulling the thing out. “You’re giant. You’ll sleep terribly on it.” I state the obvious. It makes more sense for me to crash in here and for him to take the ginormous bed.
“I don’t require much sleep, and when I do, I can sleep anywhere.” I glance toward the bedroom. The French double doors remain open, revealing the massive bed. I have to admit it looks like a damn dream. But I don’t want to be greedy or for him to feel as though he has to give it to me.
“It’s a really big bed.” He narrows his eyes on me.
“Are you suggesting we share it?” he asks.
“I promise I’ll stay on my side.” I laugh. He acts like I’m trying to seduce him or something. I mean I’m definitely not. Am I?
“All right,” he finally agrees. For a second there, I was sure he was going to put up a fight to sleep on the couch rather than share the giant bed. That might have given my pride a small hit. I haven’t gotten a read on Finn; I’m not sure if he likes me or not. He did offer to go with me to the museum, but that could be him just being friendly and nothing more.
I might not be his type. That thought stings more than I expected it to. Him liking me or not shouldn't evoke any sort of reaction from me. I barely know him, and I also know this can’t go anywhere beyond the next few days. I should want to keep this friendly and nothing more. It would only lead to heartbreak.
“You’re not married or anything, right?” I blurt out as the thought suddenly occurs to me. He lifts his hand to show he has no ring on.
“I wouldn’t share a bed with a woman if I belonged to another.” I can tell by his expression that he’s serious.
“Belong to another.” I smile, liking the way he phrased it. “It sounds lovely the way you say it. Kinda makes me want to belong to someone.” If I thought the look on his face was serious moments ago, I’m not sure exactly how to describe the one he’s wearing now.
“You want the right or left side?” he asks, steering our conversation in a different direction.
If I had to guess, I’d say that this is probably the most Finn has spoken to someone in such a short amount of time. I’m so curious about him, but I decide that I should probably quit while I’m ahead and go to bed.
“Do you have a preference? Because it really doesn’t matter to me.” I head toward the bedroom. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t sway my hips a little bit more as I walked, knowing he was right behind me.
“Doesn’t matter,” he grunts.
“Okay. I guess I’ll take this one.” I choose the side closer to the bathroom. Before I pull the blankets back, I take my robe off and climb in. Finn watches me but says nothing before he heads into the bathroom.
I hear the sound of the water turn on. I flip the light off on my side of the bed. For some reason, I want to wait for him to come out of the bathroom. But I’m guessing I’m not going to be able to pepper Finn with questions in the dark as we lie in bed. I didn’t miss that for some reason, he didn’t want to tell me anything about work. He side-stepped it.
Oh, what if he works for the government? That would kind of make sense. Maybe he’s a spy! His body is built enough to be one. I think I’ve watched one too many movies. The man isn’t a spy. I’m being ridiculous. I try to come up with other ideas, but soon sleep takes me.
“Finn?” I mutter before I’m fully awake. My mind is already going to him, thinking I might have dreamed all of last night up.
“Yes?” he grunts. The sound rumbles through his whole body. I would know because I’m currently wrapped around him like a freaking koala bear.
“Oh my God.” I scramble off him. Not before I notice his hard cock is pressed into my thigh. I’d thrown my whole leg over him. “Sorry!” I squeak. In my haste to get back to my side of the bed, I go too far and almost fall off.
Finn is quick to my rescue. His arm comes out, pulling me back before I can roll right off the bed.
“You sleep like a rock,” he tells me before slowly releasing his arm from around me. It brushes against my breast, and I realize how hard my nipples are. I’m sure he felt them.
“I, ah.” I’m at a loss for words because now the dream I had during the night is coming back to me. It was dirty, and the star had been Finn. Did I hump on him in my sleep?!? “I’m not used to sharing a bed. I guess I’m a cuddler?” It’s the best I can come up with.
