Page 74 of Rules in Love
That was it. I fell from the bed but moved quickly to not take the very much unimpressed Miss O’Hara with me.
Scarlett
Smashing my face on a thinly veiled concrete floor and the subsequent hospital/homestay really brought Finn and me together.
Amid my mountain of mess, Finn ignored the need to clean, folded his body around me like a blanket, and held me all night. Not even the sticky, late-summer sweat sheathing our bodies induced a shifting of his weight. He talked, kissed, and nursed me back to health. He was perfect. It was perfect.
Until the next morning. Morning light streaming through the crack in my blinds woke me at seven.
Finn’s scent, somehow still clean, fresh, and aquatic, filled my room. Like a bloodhound, I sniffed time and time again. I breathed him in.
How does he always smell so good?
A biteable arm was slung around my waist. His head buried into my curls, and his impressive hardness pressed into my ass.
I could get used to this.
It was the first time I’d ever had a man spend the whole night. Sure, Finn was here the day before, but he’d had to leave before dawn, so it didn’t count.
I celebrated the momentous occasion by squealing internally, lifting the sheet, and ogling his body, especially the hard-on.Bloody hell, he’s beautiful.I felt like Emma Stone looking at Ryan Gosling inCrazy Stupid Love. He really did look photoshopped. When he began to stir, probably because I was poking at his cock and laughing at how it twitched, I ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror. There were no Hollywood special effects there.
You bitch!
You know things are bad when you’re swearing at a reflective surface. In the cold light of day, it was worse than I’d hoped. The swelling had reduced, but the bruising extended from my eye to my temple. My lip looked like one of those split screens, before and after commercials for lip fillers. It was not good.
Oh my God, he’s gonna run.
Emergency makeup application started immediately. I was almost done with the concealer when a deep and scratchy morning voice called out, “Scarlett, come back here right now. I’m going to make you breakfast in bed. And an essential component of breakfast in bed is being in bed. Hop to it, Red.”
A flurry of butterflies took flight in my belly.Finn Austen is in my room and wants to make me breakfast. I look like this. Christ on a bike. What should I do?
“Morning. Breakfast sounds great, but I can make it. I hope you got some sleep. I didn’t move too much, did I? How do you like your eggs?” This was mumbled in the small space between my ensuite and bed, all while pretending to dry my face with a huge towel.
“Don’t hide from me, Scarlett. Don’t you know how beautiful you are? Bruise or no bruise, you’re the hottest chick I know. Let me see you.”
Hummanaa, hummana, hummana.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. I have excellent natural lighting here this time of day, and I don’t want you to leave. I like having you here.”
“I like being here, too. But if you want me to stay, I need to see your face.”
“Promise you won’t run screaming?”
“I definitely won’t scream.” I could hear the smile in his voice, and it made me all gooey like honey. I was a second away from revealing myself when I realized he’d omitted something important. Still holding the towel up with one hand, I stopped, threw the other hand onto my hip, and pointlessly gave him a stink eye. The message was received. “Oh. I won’t run either. Promise.”
“Alright then. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.” I closed my eyes and dropped the towel.
“You were right.” He closed his eyes and shook his head.
Oh, fuck. I knew it was too good to be true. Stupid Scarlett, stupid. “Your tits look incredible in the morning light.”
“Fiiiinn,” I gushed while accidentally rolling back my shoulders to stick out my boobs. “Be straight with me. Tell me what you’re thinking.”
Like Poseidon rising from the sea, every muscle in Finn’s naked body flexed as he rose to sit on his knees. “What I’m thinking is that I want to kiss every inch of your skin and useto that delicious ass of yoursas a pillow for the rest of my days.”
FUCK ME. FUCK ME NOW.
Playing it cool, I responded, “Oh. Well, that’s lovely. But what about my face?”
