Finn hates it when Mary Kate and Ashley are proudly on display, popping out from my top a little too much for his liking. Sure, I could probably tone it down by using a different bra to keep the ladies contained, but then what would be the fun in that? His scowl is so deep that I’m sure he’s going to get premature wrinkles if he doesn’t relax. I stand victorious as I watch him poke his tongue into the left side of his inner cheek, inhaling a long irritated breath before he lets out his peeved reply.
“You think you’re cute, don’t you?”
“You tell me,” I quip back innocently, mockingly batting my eyes at him for good measure.
He releases a sharp exhale up into the air and begins to run his fingers through his wavy golden locks.
Like that will help him deal with my perky breasts all up in his face.
Little does he know that with this innocent force of habit for keeping his temper in check, he’s no longer the only one to be pissed off.
Yep, now it’s my turn to stew in discomfort.
He keeps combing his hair back absentmindedly, while I try not to stare at the strands that must feel like heaven to touch. Smooth silk teases his fingertips, making me just a tad envious he can play with his dark-golden mane any time he likes, and we mere mortals can only sit back and watch.
While Finn remains distracted eyeing the heavens—trying to have a moment with whatever deity he thinks will hear his disgruntled prayer for my hardcore wardrobe—I take the opportunity to do my own ogling of his majestic form. Today he’s wearing a sleeveless, navy blue Tommy Hilfiger shirt that makes his light, sapphire eyes pop.
Finn remains obsessed with my clothing size, but he has no reservations about his own clothes, which are tight enough that I can actually count how many abs he’s got going under the soft material—it’s eight by the way. Eight gloriously defined, mouthwatering abdominal muscles that must have taken years to perfect. But it’s his muscular arms that really pull the drool out of me. His shirt was made to highlight his bulging biceps, appearing as thick as tree trunks. He could easily pick a girl up and put her over his shoulder without breaking a sweat, real caveman-like (insert drool emoji here).
Damn.
I lick my lips as my eyes continue to crawl down his long, refined frame. The universe surely is a cruel bitch for putting such a flawless specimen walking around campus when it knows damn well that most of us don’t have the time or luxury to spend daydreaming about such perfection.
My eyes stop at Finn’s waist, noticing how he’s got low-rise jeans on. The way he continues to play with his hair allows his shirt to rise up slightly, giving me just a little hint of the tantalizing V he keeps hidden underneath.
Sweet baby Jesus! Finn might have been annoying the fuck out of me recently, but damn is he pretty to look at.
So pretty.
I school my resting bitch face as best I can, pretending to be unfazed and bored with his mere presence, before I clear my throat to bring Finn’s attention back to me.
“Move, quarterback. Some of us have classes to get to.”
His plump upper lip tugs at its side, before he waves his hand as if pulling out the red carpet for me. I try hard not to roll my eyes while I take the opportunity to bypass him, even though he’s only given me a narrow opening in between his steel-hard body and the cold, brick wall. As inconspicuously as possible, I take in a long breath, hoping the oxygen will be enough for the short walk through. No way am I going to take a whiff of Finn’s cologne again if I can help it.
When he accosted me at my truck a few weeks ago, the rich, warm, woodsy scent clung to me for hours, making it hard to concentrate on any of my lectures for the day. I ended up spending precious class time lost in my own head, picturing naked, sweaty bodies, entwined together by an open fire in the middle of some dark woods, consumed by the frenzy of their lovemaking. I swear, some of the fantasies were so hot that I almost skipped lunch just so I could go to my dorm room and use my favorite battery-operated toy to relieve the ache that Finn’s enticing fragrance