Lily's POV

The party winds down and guests bid their farewells, Ava, Finn, and I begin the task of cleaning up with Ian's help.

The clinking of dishes and laughter fill the kitchen, before Ian and Ava share a knowing look, signalling the end of the night's festivities.

As Finn and I finish tidying up, Mom's phone suddenly rings, breaking the calm atmosphere. Her expression turns grave as she listens intently to the caller. My heart sinks as I realize something must be wrong.

"Mum, what's happening?" I ask, concern evident in my voice.

She looks at me, her eyes filled with urgency. "There's been an accident on the M4, and they're short on doctors because it's Christmas," she explains hurriedly. "I have to go. It's an emergency."

Without further delay, she rushes out, leaving Finn and me standing in the dimly lit living room, the echoes of the departing car fading into the night.

As Finn and I stand in the dimly lit living room, the weight of the situation is momentarily lifted by Finn's attempt to lighten the mood. His smile brings a small sense of normalcy amidst the unexpected turn of events.

"Is this what it's like having a mum as a doctor?" Finn's question is accompanied by a playful smile.

I chuckle, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, I'm honestly surprised she had dinner this time," I joke

Feeling the exhaustion of the day settle in, I yawn and stretch. "I think I'm going to head to bed," I announce with a smile.

Finn nods, returning my smile. "Alright, I'll finish up here," he offers.

As I make my way upstairs to my room, the quietness of the house amplifies my thoughts.

Despite my initial intention to sleep, restlessness keeps me awake. I pick up my phone and message Finn.

Are you done cleaning yet? :) – Lily

Minutes pass without a response, and curiosity gets the better of me. I quietly make my way to the guest bedroom where Finn is staying. Just as I reach the door, I hear the sound of running water switch off from the bathroom.

Slowly pushing the door open, I find Finn who just stepped out of the shower. The towel clings to his waist, accentuating his toned physique, and water droplets cascade down his stomach, drawing my attention to his very defined v-line.

I swallow nervously, feeling a sudden rush of heat to my cheeks.

"Just finished up a shower, sorry did you need anything" he asks drying his hair with a towel.

"Hey, I just came to check on you," I stammer, my voice betraying my flustered state.

He smiles at my flustered state, "You okay, you look a little pale" he smirks, "This isn't your first time seeing me shirtless" he teases further.

"No I'm cool like a cucumber, I don't know what you're talking about" I scoff.

Fuck, did I just say that I mentally facepalm myself.

He turns towards me, his expression unreadable as he walks closer, backing me against the wall. His arm rests above my head, his proximity sending a jolt of awareness through me.

"I was happy when you called me over," he admits.

"No it was okay, I would do that for any friend." I try to brush off.

"Any friend," he chuckles and raises a brow, "Can I be honest with you" he asks his voice low.

I gulp and nod slowly, feeling a mixture of nervousness and anticipation as our eyes lock. We're a finger distance from ourselves and I can feel my heart pounding, no doubt he can hear it as well.

"I don't like you with Nate." He says cooly, "I came to your room that day to tell you that I had feelings for you, but I saw you kissing him." His jaw tenses.

"I was late" he says sounding defeated.

That meant the vase that broke that day was Finn.

I place my hand on his chest – his very defined chest, "I'm with Nate now" I say trying to convince myself and the heating pooling in between my legs.

"And yet I'm in your house with no Nate in sight" a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

I feel my knees almost buckle from under me, and my hand slides down from his chest to his stomach, I quickly remove my hands and look at the ground.

"Lily," he says lifting my face to meet his gaze with his index finger. "Remember, you came here by yourself."

I feel my breath hitch as he starts leaning in to kiss me, I prepare myself, but I don't feel his lips on mine, but they move to my ears.

"Tell me you want me, and I'll take you here, on that bed right now," he whispers.

I bite my lip, the desire that I've tried to ignore for months now flooding every inch of me. His fingers trace lazy patterns on my hip, teasing, waiting

"Don't keep me waiting." He whispers again, "Do you want me to fuck you?" he asks this time more direct.

I look up, meeting his darkened gaze, my heart pounding so loud I swear he can hear it. My mouth feels dry, but the words come out before I can stop them.

I need him in me.

I lick my lips and say barely above a whisper, "Fuck me".

He lets out a low chuckle, "I didn't quite catch that"

"I said, fuck me" I say louder more confident this time. I can feel my underwear, already soaked with anticipation.

He smiles and crashes his lips into mine before I could make any moves. His arms found their way around me.

I've missed his touch, in contrast to Nate's, his arms are stronger and only him can send my mind into a frenzy.

The kiss starts off soft and sweet, but it intensifies. His mouth was hungry for mine and was sending tremors all through my body evoking sensations, I haven't felt with any kiss with Nate.

My lips part slightly, and his tongue slips in, and I can taste his peppermint breath, his lips pressed against mine so hard, I could feel his emotions. We've both been holding back for far too long.

"Jump" he whispers against my lips, and I comply, and his strong arms find their way under my thighs, and my legs wrap firmly around his waist.

The kiss turns desperate, our need for each other overtaking any restraint we had left. His lips leave mine for just a second, long enough to grab a condom from his wallet. His eyes never leave mine, dark with lust, as he tears it open with slow precision, like he's drawing out the anticipation on purpose.

I sit up, yanking my shirt over my head, my skin tingling under his heated stare. His eyes roam over me, hungry and unapologetic, as I lift my hips to slide off my panties. I'm completely exposed beneath him now, and the way he's watching me—like he's ready to devour me—makes my pulse race.

Without breaking eye contact, he rolls the condom on, taking his time, his movements deliberate. It's almost like he wants me to feel every second of anticipation, like he's in no rush to claim me because he knows I'm already his. The tension is unbearable, my body thrumming with need.

He smirks, his gaze never wavering as he positions himself between my legs. "You look so fucking perfect, lying there all ready for me," he murmurs, his voice dripping with promise. His body presses back into mine, his lips brushing against my ear, his words a dark, heated whisper.

"Now, where were we? Oh, that's right—I was about to fuck you senseless."

His eyes darken with that wicked gleam, lips curling into a smirk as he hovers over me. "But first," he murmurs, voice rough with lust, "let me remind myself just how good you taste."

Before I can respond, he grips my thighs, spreading them wide with deliberate care, his gaze never leaving mine as he lowers himself between my legs. His breath ghosts over my already aching core, and the anticipation alone makes my body tremble. Then his lips are on me, planting soft, teasing kisses along the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, trailing lower and lower until he's right where I need him most.

Without hesitation, he dips his head, his mouth pressing firmly against my pussy. A gasp rips from my throat as his tongue flicks out, tasting me, teasing me at first before he starts working me with a purpose. He spears his tongue inside me, deep and insistent, and I can't stop the moan that escapes me, my hips lifting off the bed in response.

"Fuck, Finn," I breathe, my voice shaky as the pleasure coils tight in my belly. He growls against me, the vibration sending another jolt of sensation straight through me. His tongue plunges deeper, moving inside me in slow, deliberate strokes, each movement more torturous than the last.

His lips curl into a smirk against my skin, and then he's back at it—his tongue slipping between my folds, tasting me like he's starved for it.

And then, as if he knows exactly what I need, he pulls back just enough to replace his tongue with his thumb, pressing down hard on my clit while his mouth works in tandem, flicking and licking in perfect rhythm. The sensation is overwhelming, sending waves of heat through me, my body completely at his mercy.

My hands fist the sheets, knuckles white from the pressure as I fight to stay grounded, but it's impossible. When he spears his tongue back inside me, thrusting deep, and rubs my clit with his thumb at the same time, my vision blurs. The pressure building between my thighs is almost unbearable.

"Finn... I-I can't," I gasp, my voice barely above a whisper as the pleasure becomes too much, but he doesn't stop. His tongue thrusts deeper, his thumb working my clit in circles, and I'm hurtling toward the edge, unable to hold on.

"Come for me," he growls against my skin, his words sending shockwaves through me. And just like that, the tension snaps. My entire body shakes as my orgasm crashes over me with devastating force.

"Finn!" I scream, thighs trembling as I come undone around his mouth. He doesn't let up, his tongue still thrusting into me, his thumb never leaving my clit, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until I'm completely spent.

When he finally pulls away, his lips are glistening with my arousal, and he looks up with that cocky, satisfied grin. Slowly, he wipes a stray drop from the corner of his mouth with his thumb, then brings it to his lips, sucking it clean.

"Goddamn, you taste even better than I remembered," he rasps, his voice thick, and just the sight of him—his lips wet with my cum—is enough to make the heat rise between my thighs all over again.

He takes off the towel on his waist and climbs the bed, whilst I wait patiently for him.

He flips me on my back and pull me to his chest, "I promised that you won't walk didn't I" he whispers and bites on my neck.

There's only so much euphoria, I can handle and I'm past my breaking point with Finn and I love it.

"Don't break it then" I reply, "Fuck me now".

He slips into me in one go and I hear him groan from behind me, "Christ, you're so tight".

He keeps pounding into me and I love it, I fall on the bed and he's holding my waist from the back as he thrust harder and quicker.

He stops for a second and pulls out of me. "your back on the bed, now" he commands, and I oblige. There's something about him being in command that makes me crazy, and I love it.

Now I'm facing him, and my bare chest is staring at him, he smiles and positions himself again and he enters into me again – thrusting faster than before.

My body arches into his, each thrust sending shockwaves of intense pleasure through me, and he's right there, lips at my ear, voice dripping with heat.

 "You feel so fucking good, baby. I can feel how close you are... you're doing so well for me."

The words send a shiver down my spine, his praise igniting something deep inside me. My nails dig into his shoulders as the pleasure tightens, winding me up like a coil ready to snap. His thumb finds my clit, pressing and circling, matching the rhythm of his hips.

My thoughts scatter as I clench around him, my body reacting involuntarily to the overwhelming sensation. 

"Christ, Lily, you're so tight," he groans, voice low and guttural. "I'm not gonna last if you keep squeezing me like that."

I'm right there, teetering on the edge, and he knows it. "That's it, baby. You're so fucking perfect," he growls, thrusting deeper, harder. "Let go for me. I want to feel you fall apart."

I can barely think as his words sink in, his thumb working faster on my clit, pushing me toward the breaking point. My moan is swallowed by his mouth as he kisses me, hot and hungry, his tongue demanding as it tangles with mine.

He pulls back just enough to whisper, "Come for me, baby. Let me feel how good I make you feel."

And that's all it takes. The tension snaps, my body shattering as the orgasm rips through me. I scream his name, my muscles clenching around him as the pleasure overwhelms me, and I come apart beneath him, completely undone.

"God, that's my girl," he groans, his hips still moving as I tremble around him, his praise washing over me in waves. "You're so fucking perfect, baby. So good for me."

He's right behind me, his thrusts becoming erratic as his control slips. With one final, deep thrust, he groans—a low, primal sound that vibrates through me as he comes, spilling into the condom.

Breathing hard, he collapses beside me, immediately pulling me into his chest. His lips brush against my temple, soft but possessive, while his hand glides up and down my back, grounding me after the storm we just unleashed.

After a moment, he rolls off the bed and heads to the bathroom, glancing back at me with that same satisfied smirk. I trail after him, our silence comfortable as we clean ourselves up, the air between us still humming with the remnants of what just happened.

As I begin to gather my clothes, he turns to me and tosses his shirt, his voice pleading, "Please stay the night."

I can't refuse him, not now, not after that. Nodding, I slip into his shirt, the scent of his cologne surrounding me as I nestle into his arms. But even as I lay there, my body still humming with the aftermath of our passion, guilt starts to creep in.

There's only one thought consuming my mind...

I've just cheated on Nate, and the only sadness I feel is knowing how much it will hurt him, not for what it means for our relationship.