I woke up slowly the next morning, my eyes fluttering open to find Finn lying beside me, his fingertips tracing gentle lines over my nose and lips, his gaze soft and focused on me, like he'd been watching me sleep for hours.
"You... you didn't sleep at all last night, did you?" I asked, my voice rough with sleep, my cheeks flushing hot as the memories of the night before came flooding back.
I pulled the soft down comforter tighter to my chest, trying to hide the faint, red marks scattered across my skin.
Finn let out a low, amused chuckle at my flustered, guilty attempt to cover up.
"It's a little late to be shy now, don't you think? I've touched every inch of you, Ellie. There's nothing left to hide," he said, his words making my face burn even brighter, embarrassment coursing through
