Something changed that morning. After I told Finn we didn’t have to use condoms, he changed. Not in a bad way. But in an ‘I can’t get inside you enough’ way, and hell, I wasn’t about to complain about that. He’d still fuck me until I sobbed, but those moments were interspersed with passionate kisses, and he’d started holding my hand. I’d never thought that could mean so much, but it did.
