Page 21 of A Little Secret
CHAPTER SIX
FINLEY
Ican’t sleep. It’s stupid, but it’s true. And it’s weird. Feeling so damn bone tired but unable to turn my brain off. I blame the frog on my nightstand. I threw a towel over its terrarium as soon as Dylan and Reeves left, hoping the whole out of sight, out of mind phenomenon would kick in, but it hasn’t done shit.
Deep breaths, Fin.
It’s more than the devil’s presence, though. I don’t know how I know, but I do. Flipping onto my back, I stare at the ceiling. It’s late. It’s dark. I’ve already washed my face, brushed my teeth, and taken my medicine. So, why can’t I sleep?
Go. To. Sleep.
My blood boils for no reason at all. Well, I guess that isn’t entirely true. I’m pissed. At my foot. At Drew. At Griffin. At myself. At fate. It’s annoying and frustrating and irritating and irrational and…I really,reallywish I could sleeeep.
Slapping my arms against the covers, I squeeze everymuscle in my body as tight as I can, then force them to relax.
It doesn’t do shit.
A soft groan echoes from the vent, and my attention snaps to the sound. Seriously? Am I so horny I’m hallucinating?
Another low groan rumbles through the vent. My eyes pop wide, and I sit up in bed. Yup. Yup, I most definitely just heard Griffin doing…something.
I bite the inside of my cheek, attempting to remember whether or not I heard him invite anyone over before I hobbled up to my room.
I don’t think so, though.
He never brings girls here. Or at least, not since Dylan, Ophelia, and I moved in.
Another muffled groan slips from the vents, and I press my thighs together.
Well, damn, Griff. Sounds like you’re enjoying yourself.
I smirk and shift toward the vent in the floor, holding my breath as my ears strain to listen.
Heavy breathing greets me, and my grin widens.
Yeah, he’s definitely rubbing one out.
Although, now that I think about it, I could always…
I don’t even let myself finish the thought. Why? Because my spank bank material is unusually saturated with a certain someone I’m not supposed to think about, and now, with the additional soundtrack, I’m almost positive this is as close to cheating as possible without technically crossing the line.
Honestly, though? Griffin is one ofthoseguys. He’s so…untouchable it doesn’t even really feel like I would be fantasizing about a friend, and I’m not the only one. I’m pretty sure Griffin Thorne stars in more girls’ fantasies than he’ll ever fully understand. There’s something about him. Lopsided grin. Blue-green eyes. Easy-going personality. Andjustenough emotional distance to have a girl’s imagination running wild.
Wondering if she can fix him. If she can convince him to settle down. If she can be the one to steal his attention from the real love of his life: hockey. It’s silly but true.
Griffin’s a mirage. A temptation. A glimpse of what you want most but are never able to reach.
Tonight isn’t any different.
I wonder what he looks like right now. Is he video chatting with someone? Is he watching porn? Is he using his imagination? If he is, what’s he thinking about?Whois he thinking about?
His panting echoes through the vent, and I gulp.
Pour me a tall glass of water because this guy sounds…hot.
This much I know.
I shouldn’t be thinking about Griffin or eavesdropping, but, uh…damn.