Hope walked to her desk the next morning, her mind distracted by Finn. She was tired and hungry, so she moved slowly. She and Everly had made a silent commute to work that morning, both pondering the events of the prior night.
Hope had kissed him, and it had made her toes curl. She dreamt of him. When she woke, she could still feel the press of his lips against hers. His kiss was nothing like Freddie's. Of the two, she could barely remember Freddie's even though they both happened the night before. Freddie was forgettable compared to Finn. Her skin had sparked when their lips touched. She would remember the feeling forever.
He is upperclass, she told herself. You can never be with him.
Her thoughts went to his perfectly coiffed hair and his boyish grin. He smiled as if he never had a c
