“I’ve been fucking women for years, and no one’s felt as good as you.” I’m almost folded like a pretzel, but his words are charming. I know it’s a line he’s using to make the moment more intimate and personal. He doesn’t actually believe it, but for half a second, I pretend like he does. I pretend like this is something we do every day, and it’s the only reason why I run my palms across his shoulders and whisper, “Kiss me, Finn.”
