Page 43 of Hands off his Dudette

That sounded promising. "What kind of ideas? I could pretend to sleep."

He got to his hands and knees, hovering above her. Then, the doorbell rang. She groaned. "Can we ignore it?"

"I think not. I called for breakfast."

Ah, well, that was another matter altogether. Her stomach wanted attention desperately, and it said so, growling.

Finn laughed. "All right, all right, I'm going."

She smiled, watching him go with nothing but a sheet around his hips. Hopefully, Arabella wasn't up yet.

The moment he left the room, Anna let out a huge sigh of relief. There was no awkwardness, thank fuck. She would have hated herself until the end of time if things had changed between them because of one night.

Sex hadn't felt like a change though. More like...an extension of their relationship. Finn came back in no time with two bags of food in one hand and coffees in the other.

"Bagels."

"You're a life-saver. Someone's used up my energy last night."

He bent his head to drop a kiss on her lips, before handing her a bag and she pulled out a bacon, guacamole, cheddar, and red onion bagel—her favorite. She moaned as she bit into it.

Finn groaned. "I don't think I can ever hear you moan without getting hard again. This has turned all food into porn."

She laughed. So very natural, and right.

Then, Anna groaned. "Ugh, literally everyone we know is going to feel so smug if we end up being all couple-ish."

"Couple-ish," he repeated, with a snort. "I think we've always been couple-ish, dudette. The question is, do we want to be a couple, without the ish bit?"

She bit into the bagel, and took her time to chew. Shit, what was she supposed to say about that?

"I guess? I mean, I like the sex. And everything else we do is just...us. What does being a couple actually entail?"

Finn thought it through. "Well, Lucy and Trick argue a fair bit. And the mates I play lacrosse with also say they fight a fair bit."

"I don't argue with you. You just explain your point, I explain mine, and the most logical answer wins."

"That may very well be because all of them met their partners a year, two years, or even five years ago. We're basically veterans at this whole thing."

She chuckled. "So, do you want to date me, Mr. Johnson?"

"I would be honored if you would consider dating me, Miss Bullen. And also, fucking me. Often. In various places."

"Like here?" she asked, edging toward him.

He finished his food in two bites; she set hers aside, wrapping it in its paper and leaving it on the bedside table.

"Like here."

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