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Authors: Chelsea M. Cameron
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thought about using some of these items with Fin when he came back. Maybe I could surprise him and pick a few things out and have them ready for him.
I knew if I was with someone else I wouldn’t want to use these things. But I trusted Fin in the bedroom. I trusted him with my body. My heart was another story.
I spent the night at Fin’s. It seemed like the right thing to do, for some reason. I made a late dinner and put on some more of his jazz music as I flipped through some of his books. I hadn’t noticed before, but all of them had bookplates.
The Library of Fintan Herald.
I traced his loopy signature with my finger then put the book back on the shelf. He had an organizational system that I would never understand, so I was careful not to disturb anything.
I knew Chloe was right about him. About us. About letting things take their natural course. There were only two ways it could go. Either I’d be with Fin, or I wouldn’t be. Black and white. Yes or no.
Thinking about it that way made it seem so simple. I guess it was, really.
I made myself a cup of tea and swayed a little to the music. I didn’t know if Fin was going to call me tonight. I had half a mind to ignore him if he did. Or maybe not. Maybe I would just tell him that I didn’t want to talk right now. It was hard to get some perspective on him when I was talking to him so much.
I needed some breathing room.
But he didn’t call, so I just took a shower using the shampoo and conditioner he bought me, dried my hair, and crawled into his bed. His sheets still smelled like him.
I brought my phone with me in case he called really late, but it remained silent.
Closing my eyes and snuggling further into the pillows, I let myself drift off, imagining I was a jellyfish.
My jellyfish dreams were interrupted by a buzzing coming from my phone. I blinked a few times and picked it up, squinting at the screen. Fin had messaged me. It was nearly three in the morning, so he would be getting up right about now.
Where are you?
I read it a few times to try and figure out the tone of the message, but I couldn’t figure out why he was asking. He knew it was the middle of the night. I was in bed. Where else would I be? I thought about not answering him, but there was an urgency in those three words that I couldn’t ignore. There had to be a reason he was asking.
In bed.
His response took a few minutes, and I’d started to drift off again. God, I was tired. I needed to sleep for a week or something to make up for all the late nights spent talking to Fin.
I needed a break from us, at least for a few days. As soon as I could talk to him in person, I was going to tell him I needed some space. And not actual space, since we already had that. I needed to rethink some things and figure my shit out.
Are you at your place?
Honestly, why did it matter?
No. Yours.
I hoped my irritation would be obvious. Most of the time I was okay with his controlling tendencies, but this was ridiculous.
He didn’t answer, and I pushed the phone away from me. I should just turn it off, but I couldn’t. I was always afraid someone would call me in the middle of the night for an emergency, and my phone would be off. Guess that was a bit paranoid, but it had happened to people before. Better safe than sorry.
A sound other than my phone woke me again, but this time it was almost morning. The light in the room had taken on that hazy quality of just-past-dawn light. I blinked and looked down at my phone. No new messages. What the hell had Fin been texting me about? I was going to have to send him a message and ask him what the hell.
But then I heard the sound again, and as my brain woke up, I realized someone was knocking on the front door. I had a déjà vu experience from when Carl showed up to take me to class. Ohhhhh. That was probably why Fin wanted to know where I was. He was sending Carl over to pick me up. But why had he decided this in the middle of
I knew if I was with someone else I wouldn’t want to use these things. But I trusted Fin in the bedroom. I trusted him with my body. My heart was another story.
I spent the night at Fin’s. It seemed like the right thing to do, for some reason. I made a late dinner and put on some more of his jazz music as I flipped through some of his books. I hadn’t noticed before, but all of them had bookplates.
The Library of Fintan Herald.
I traced his loopy signature with my finger then put the book back on the shelf. He had an organizational system that I would never understand, so I was careful not to disturb anything.
I knew Chloe was right about him. About us. About letting things take their natural course. There were only two ways it could go. Either I’d be with Fin, or I wouldn’t be. Black and white. Yes or no.
Thinking about it that way made it seem so simple. I guess it was, really.
I made myself a cup of tea and swayed a little to the music. I didn’t know if Fin was going to call me tonight. I had half a mind to ignore him if he did. Or maybe not. Maybe I would just tell him that I didn’t want to talk right now. It was hard to get some perspective on him when I was talking to him so much.
I needed some breathing room.
But he didn’t call, so I just took a shower using the shampoo and conditioner he bought me, dried my hair, and crawled into his bed. His sheets still smelled like him.
I brought my phone with me in case he called really late, but it remained silent.
Closing my eyes and snuggling further into the pillows, I let myself drift off, imagining I was a jellyfish.
My jellyfish dreams were interrupted by a buzzing coming from my phone. I blinked a few times and picked it up, squinting at the screen. Fin had messaged me. It was nearly three in the morning, so he would be getting up right about now.
Where are you?
I read it a few times to try and figure out the tone of the message, but I couldn’t figure out why he was asking. He knew it was the middle of the night. I was in bed. Where else would I be? I thought about not answering him, but there was an urgency in those three words that I couldn’t ignore. There had to be a reason he was asking.
In bed.
His response took a few minutes, and I’d started to drift off again. God, I was tired. I needed to sleep for a week or something to make up for all the late nights spent talking to Fin.
I needed a break from us, at least for a few days. As soon as I could talk to him in person, I was going to tell him I needed some space. And not actual space, since we already had that. I needed to rethink some things and figure my shit out.
Are you at your place?
Honestly, why did it matter?
No. Yours.
I hoped my irritation would be obvious. Most of the time I was okay with his controlling tendencies, but this was ridiculous.
He didn’t answer, and I pushed the phone away from me. I should just turn it off, but I couldn’t. I was always afraid someone would call me in the middle of the night for an emergency, and my phone would be off. Guess that was a bit paranoid, but it had happened to people before. Better safe than sorry.
A sound other than my phone woke me again, but this time it was almost morning. The light in the room had taken on that hazy quality of just-past-dawn light. I blinked and looked down at my phone. No new messages. What the hell had Fin been texting me about? I was going to have to send him a message and ask him what the hell.
But then I heard the sound again, and as my brain woke up, I realized someone was knocking on the front door. I had a déjà vu experience from when Carl showed up to take me to class. Ohhhhh. That was probably why Fin wanted to know where I was. He was sending Carl over to pick me up. But why had he decided this in the middle of
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