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“Why?”

I rolled my eyes at him. “Why d’you think? I finally have you in my bedroom, where I’ve been dreaming about getting you, only to have a panic attack.”

A slow smirk tugged at his lips. “You’ve been dreaming about me in here?”

“That’s the part you’re focused on?”

He shrugged. “It’s the only part I care about. I don’t care that ye had a panic attack, Chester.You can’t control your mental health any more than you can your physical.”

“Oh.” I wasn’t sure what else to say. I’d been expecting him to make excuses and leave.

“I care about why ye had it though,” he said, stroking my cheek. “I care about how you’re feeling now, and what I can do to make it better.”

I dropped my head back against the bed and stared at the ceiling. “Honestly, it’s ridiculous. You’ll laugh.”

Finn hummed before shifting so he was sitting beside me. His warmth radiated through his shirt against my arm, making me lean into him instinctively. “Not sure I will. I don’t think I’ll find anything that causes that kind of reaction in yefunny.”

I fiddled with one of theleather braceletsaround my wrist. Why was it so much harder to open up to Finn than Buddy? I had no problem laying all my issues out with my doggy companion.

Probably because he can’t talk back.

Yeah, that was likely it. But maybe it was time to open up a little to someone who could respond. Someone I didn’t think would judge me.

“It was because you asked me what I wanted tonight.”

There was a long pause. “Do you not like deciding for yourself, is that it?”

“No.” I gave a bitter laugh. “It’s not that. Although Idolike it when my partner is the more aggressive one in the bedroom.”

“Noted.” Finn smirked briefly before it faded away. “So what was it?”

I couldn’t look at him, instead focusing on the carpet. “It’s because I knowexactlywhat I want, but the thought of asking it…it sent me over the edge.”

“I’m sorry.” Finn took my hand in his, his thumb caressing the back of my hand. “If it helps, ye don’t have to tell me. But I’ll also let ye know that I only have one limit in the bedroom.”

That got my attention. I glanced at him curiously. “What’s that?”

“I won’t hurt you,” Finn said simply. “That’s my limit, I’m afraid. I just can’t do it.”

“That’s fine,” I said quickly. “I don’t want that either.”

“Good.” He exhaled in relief. “Okay, so now ye know what my limit is, does that make you feel more comfortable telling me? I promise ye can’t shock me.”

“God it’s so embarrassing.” I covered my eyes with the hand Finn wasn’t holding. “I’m being ridiculous. It’s nothing kinky, or out of the ordinary. It’s just…”

Finn didn’t push me. He just waited for me to find the words.Something Matt would never have done.Because Finn wasn’t Matt, I realised. I had to stop tarring Finn with the same brush.

“I prefer to bottom,” I said, dropping my hand from my eyes. “That’s what I like to do.”

The small furrow in Finn’s brow was the only visual clue to his confusion. “That’s fine,m’eudail. Like I said, I’m vers. More than fine, if I’m being honest.” He leaned forward, like he was telling me a secret.“If I’m beingcompletelyhonest, I have a mildly unhealthy obsession with yer arse. I’m just dying to bury whatever part of me you’d like between yer cheeks.”

His unexpected confession removed the last of the weight from my chest. “Great. See? I told you I was being ridiculous.”

“Yer not ridiculous at all,” Finn said, his eyes serious. “Can I ask ye a couple more questions though? Ye don’t have to tell me anything, I just want to make sure I don’t do anything to inadvertently trigger ye. Not that it’s a problem if ye have another panic attack, I just don’t want ye to suff?—”

I cut his words off with a kiss. Fuck, the care this man was showing me was unlike anything I’d experienced before. This was supposed to be a one-night hookup, but Finn was approaching this like a new relationship.

Because that’s what he wants, remember?

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