Lacey
I jumped as I heard the door open.
“What are you doing out here? It’s really late. Are you okay?” Fin asked as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes.
I shrugged a little. I’m not really sure when I dozed off, but the chilly night air felt too good to leave behind as I sat with the moonflower for hours.
Fin picked the flower and pot up, reaching a hand down to me and waiting for me to accept it with a soft but expectant look. I placed my hand in his. His warm, rough, calloused hand somehow felt amazing running across the soft skin of my palm as he helped me up.
I followed him as he lightly tugged me back into the room. He led me back to the bed, and I slumped into it, looking over at the clock. It read two a.m., and I sighed in relief. At least I would get a little more sleep.
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