SCARLETT.
After dinner and a warm bath, I and Finn had slow s*x. I nearly cried. Not because I felt pain or any feelings for him but because the s*x was so good I could feel myself nearly bursting into colorful glitters.
"It gets better with every round, Finn," I sighed. Our backs were flat against my bed and he stared at me with a chuckle.
"Tell me something,"
I leaned up, supported myself with my elbows, and stared into his eyes with a smile. "I like it rough and hard. But you just changed everything. I mean, it was so slow, so heartfelt. I nearly fell in love with you,"
Finn burst into laughter. "So there's a possibility of you falling in love with me, huh?"
I shook my head, nearly keeling over at the idea. "No fücking way,"
Finn shrugged. "Just saying,"
"The last thing on earth
