The musky sweet smell I've come to recognize as Finn catches my attention and I nuzzle my head deeper into my pillow to get a better sniff. A hand runs along my exposed hip and pulls me closer so we're draped around one another.
"Finn?" I came home alone last night, but I'd recognize his smell anywhere.
"Who else would be in your bed this early in the morning?" He turns me to my back and looms overhead, his piercing green eyes searching for an answer. "Or ever?"
Still groggy I push his head away with a hand and try to roll over to get back to my original position. I'm not even going to ask how he ended up in my apartment or what time he came over last night. Finn stops my movement and rolls me back again.
"No time, sleepy head. Things to do today and all that."
"How are you so peppy t
