Finn's POV

As I walked down the hallway towards Lily's room, my fingers brushed against the small velvet box in my pocket. When she hadn't returned any of my calls or texts this morning, I panicked. So, I went out and bought the matching earrings to the necklace I'd given her last month—a peace offering, or maybe just a bribe.

I needed something to break the ice, to make her talk to me again. My plan was barely taking shape when Shawn found me and dragged me here to her surprise party. Now, seeing her face light up when she saw me, knowing all the trouble she went through to put this together... God, I'm lucky. Too damn lucky to call her mine.

I slipped into her room, placing the velvet box gently on her nightstand. A reminder for later. Hopefully, a reason for her to listen to me. I lingered for a moment, letting the silence settle before I turned to leave, pulling the door shut behind me.

Just as the latch clicked, I collided with someone. "Shit, sorry—" My words cut off when I saw who it was.

Rachel.

Her lips curled up in that signature smirk, her eyes gleaming with that familiar mischief. Trouble. That's all she's ever been.

"Finn," she said, her voice sweet but laced with something darker. She stepped in front of me, blocking my way. "Avoiding me isn't going to make my feelings disappear."

I clenched my jaw, fighting the urge to snap. I didn't have the patience for this. "Rachel, I've got nothing left to say to you."

She didn't move. Instead, she reached out, her fingers wrapping around my arm, desperate. "You didn't let me talk at the wedding. You didn't let me tell you how I feel. Finn, I love you."

The words felt like poison. I pulled my arm free. "I don't care," I bit out, my voice sharp. "I don't want to hear it."

But Rachel... she never knew when to quit. Her eyes narrowed, determination flashing in them. "Well, I do. And if words won't work—"

She stepped closer, closing the distance between us before I could react. Her lips crashed against mine, hard and fast, and before I could process what was happening, I shoved her away, disgust rising in my throat.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I hissed, wiping my mouth like her touch burned.

Then, a soft gasp echoed down the hallway. My head snapped up, and my stomach dropped. Lily stood there, her eyes wide, her expression a mix of shock and anger.

Rachel took a step back, her smirk even wider now, victorious. "I just needed to show him what he's been missing." Her voice dripped with triumph. "But I guess it's no use anymore."

My heart pounded in my chest, not from the kiss but from the devastation I could see in Lily's eyes, the way her fists clenched at her sides, her jaw tightening.

Rachel continued, her voice still smug. "Looks like I'm done here, anyway."

Lily's eye twitched, and without a word, she stormed down the hall, grabbing Rachel by the arm and yanking her away from me. Rachel yelped, struggling to free herself, but Lily's grip was unrelenting as she dragged her toward the living room.

"Lily!" I called out, my heart racing as I hurried after them.

As we entered the living room, the music dimmed, and the party seemed to freeze, all eyes turning toward us. Leave it to Charlie to mess with the mood.

Rachel ripped her arm free, rubbing where Lily had gripped her. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Her voice was full of venom, loud enough for everyone to hear. "You're so damn insecure it's pathetic. You know he'll get tired of you and your—"

Before she could finish, Lily's hand flew out, striking her across the face with a sharp crack. The sound echoed through the stunned silence, and Rachel staggered back, clutching her cheek. My eyes widened, but a surge of pride rushed through me. That's my girl.

Lily took a step forward, her voice eerily calm, her eyes locked on Rachel's. "I'm going to say this once, and only once." Her fists trembled, but she kept them at her sides. "Get the fuck out of my house and stay away from my boyfriend, you fucking skank."

Rachel's expression morphed from shock to fury, and just as she raised her hand to strike back, Kam was there, grabbing her wrist mid-air. "That's enough," Kam spat, her voice hard as steel. Her eyes shot daggers at Rachel, making it clear she wasn't going to let her get away with any more of this crap.

I caught a glimpse of Shawn, standing just behind Kam, his jaw tight, ready to intervene if this went any further.

Rachel wrenched her hand free, her face red with anger. The tension in the room was thick, everyone watching, waiting for what would happen next. Then Jen's voice cut through the silence like a knife.

"What the hell are you waiting for? A chariot to carry your ass out of here?" Jen's eyes narrowed, pointing toward the door. "Get the fuck out."

Rachel's face flushed with humiliation as the weight of the stares settled on her. Her gaze shifted back to me, her eyes burning with one final glance of contempt before she stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

For a moment, the party stayed in suspended silence, whispers breaking out as everyone processed what had just unfolded. Then, Kai's voice broke the tension.

"Yo, Charlie!" he shouted, clapping his hands. "Don't tell me your DJ skills suck as bad as your ability to talk to women!"

Charlie let out a strained laugh, the tension easing as the music picked up again. Slowly, people returned to dancing, though the energy had shifted.

I turned to Lily, stepping closer. "Butterfly, I—"

She cut me off, pressing a finger to my lips, her eyes softening for a brief moment before she stood on her tiptoes and kissed me, slow and gentle. When she pulled away, her expression hardened again, though there was a faint smile on her lips.

"Had to get rid of the taste of skank." She muttered, her eyes glinting with satisfaction.

I smirked. Damn. I really don't deserve her, but I'll fight like hell to keep her.

*****

The night had been a whirlwind of dancing, drinking, and laughter, but as the party began to wind down, the remaining guests slowly trickled out, leaving just six of us to clean up. We moved around the living room, picking up discarded cups and plates, sharing jokes to keep the energy light.

The girls gathered near the sink, washing dishes and whispering in hushed tones, their laughter carrying across the room. Lily's cheeks flushed pink at whatever they were teasing about, which only made me want to know more.

Kam sauntered up to Shawn, a mischievous grin tugging at her lips. "Babe, I'm staying over at yours tonight." She didn't wait for his reply, tugging him toward the door before he could get out more than a surprised, "Okay?"

"Bye, guys!" Kam threw over her shoulder, leaving Shawn no choice but to follow her out.

I chuckled at their antics, but when I glanced at Lily, she barely met my gaze before turning away, her lips pressed together in what looked like nervousness. It left me wondering what was going on in that pretty little head of hers.

Not long after, Jen approached Kai, her eyes glinting with playful intent. "Same," she said, pulling him close. "Let's go back to yours, babe."

Kai raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "J, not that I'm complaining, but why are you and Kam being so secretive?"

Jen smirked, leaning in closer. "Oh, so you don't want me to come over?" she teased, her tone playful. "Not if I tell you that I will..." She leaned in further, whispering something into his ear that I couldn't quite make out.

Kai's eyes went wide, shock flashing across his face. "Fucking hell," he muttered, running a hand through his hair.

Without hesitation, he crouched, grabbed Jen by the waist, and lifted her onto his shoulders. She squealed before bursting into laughter, holding onto him for balance.

"See ya, guys!" Kai called out as he headed toward the door. Jen winked at Lily, her laughter echoing as they left.

With that, they were gone too, practically running for the door. Jen shot Lily a quick wink before disappearing into the night.

The room felt emptier without them. My gaze drifted back to Lily, and there she was, blushing even harder, her eyes avoiding mine. I stepped closer, lowering my voice.

"You alright, love?" I asked, concern creeping into my tone.

"Yeah," she replied softly, still avoiding my eyes. "I'm just gonna take a shower."

Before I could say anything more, she disappeared down the hallway, leaving me to finish cleaning up alone. I tidied for a few minutes, but when a sharp, shrill whistle pierced through the air, I froze.

"Lily? You alright?" I called out, but there was no answer—just that damn whistle.

Curiosity and a touch of panic spurred me into action. I strode down the hall and pushed open her door, and holy shit—my breath caught in my throat.

She stood there in a sexy referee outfit that hugged her curves perfectly. The black and white striped top clung to her torso, accentuating her breasts, with a plunging neckline offering a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage. The short skirt sat high on her hips, flaring just enough to reveal the tops of her smooth, toned thighs and glimpses of the lacy black panties beneath.

"Fucking hell" I rasped, unable to tear my eyes away.

Her long, bare legs ended in knee-high black socks with white stripes, making my pulse quicken. A playful whistle dangled from a thin black cord around her neck, resting just above her cleavage.

She caught the whistle between her lips and blew, her eyes dark with mischief. "Alright, birthday boy," she purred, her voice low and commanding. "Tonight, I'm in charge. Step inside."

I couldn't respond, only nod, mesmerized as she pulled me in and shut the door behind us. Her hands pressed me down onto a chair by the bed, and before I knew it, she was straddling me, grinding against me in a way that had me groaning aloud.

"Fuck, Lily," I gasped, feeling my control slipping away.

She leaned into my ear, her breath warm as her lips ghosted over my skin. "You're going to behave," she whispered, "or I'm going to blow this whistle and stop." She let her tongue trace a line along my neck, sending shivers straight through me.

Her hands explored my chest, fingers tracing patterns that left trails of fire in their wake. She unbuttoned my shirt with agonizing slowness, each movement deliberate, making me yearn for more.

I barely registered her unbuttoning my shirt, the fabric slipping off slowly, teasingly, as her fingers danced across my chest. Just as I reached for her, she pulled back, blowing the whistle with a smirk.

"Yellow card, Brookes. Hands off."

I groaned in frustration, my hands falling to my sides. She continued her slow, teasing exploration, unbuttoning my shirt before getting off me. I groaned in frustration again – this was torture.

Lily slid off me, leaving a cold emptiness in her wake. "Trousers. Off," she ordered, her voice low but commanding.

I fumbled with my pants, dropping them to the floor before sitting back down, breathless and waiting. Her smirk widened as she pulled a pair of cuffs from behind her back, snapping them around my wrists, securing me to the chair.

"Time to make sure you stay in line," she purred . She held my hands together behind my back on the chair and secured the cuffs. I tested the restraints, but they held firm, the cold metal biting into my skin.

She leaned in, her lips crashing against mine with a fierce hunger. She kissed me hard, her tongue teasing before her teeth bit down on my bottom lip, just enough to draw blood. I hissed in both pain and pleasure, tasting the copper tang between us.

She pulled back slightly, licking the small cut with a satisfied smirk. "Good boy," she whispered, her breath hot against my mouth. "Now you'll behave, won't you?"

She stood back, eyes dark with hunger as they roamed over my body, claiming every inch. Her hips swayed slowly, teasing me with a rhythm only she could hear. Fingers drifted to the buttons of her top, undoing them one at a time, each flick of fabric revealing more skin. She slid out of her top, exposing a black lace bra, nipples already hard beneath the delicate fabric.

"Fuck, Lily. Get over here and take these cuffs off. Now," I growled, voice raw with frustration.

She laughed, ignoring my demand as she continued her slow, torturous strip tease. Her skirt slipped down her legs, leaving her in matching lace panties that clung to her curves in all the right places. Her hands drifted over her body, fingers teasing her own skin, every touch making my restraint that much harder to bear.

"Butterfly," I warned, my voice low and dangerous, "You're really pushing it."

She smirked, finally walking over to me, her body lowering as she trailed kisses down my neck, chest, and stomach, each press of her lips stoking the fire burning inside me. She stopped, her gaze locking with mine, full of wicked intent.

"I wonder," she murmured, her voice sultry as her hand grazed my thigh. "How do you taste?"

My eyes widened as she dropped to her knees, pulling my boxers down in one swift move, my cock springing free. My breath hitched, and I pulled at the cuffs, desperate for release.

"Lillianna," I growled, using her full name as my chest heaved with anticipation, already aching for her touch.

She frowned, her lips curling into a teasing grin.

"Red card," she muttered with a wicked grin, and before I could even blink, her mouth was on my cock—hot, wet, and filthy. She took me all the way in, gagging slightly as she pushed deeper, but she didn't stop. Her lips wrapped tight around me, cheeks hollowing as she dragged her tongue along my shaft, every stroke sending shockwaves through me.

Her eyes stayed locked on mine, daring me to do something, but I was fucking powerless, completely at her mercy. Her lips were swollen and slick, forming a perfect O as she bobbed her head, taking me deeper with every stroke, the wet, obscene sounds making my mind go blank.

I strained against the cuffs, desperate to grab her hair, to shove her down even harder, but all I could do was groan as she took control, taking me to the edge and back with every move of her mouth.

"Fuck, wait till I get out of these," I tried to say, but my words were cut short by a moan as she took me even deeper, her throat squeezing around me. She gagged again, but her smirk never faded, her tongue swirling around my tip before she plunged down, harder, faster, her eyes glinting with satisfaction as she owned every second of it.

Her hand slid down her body, disappearing beneath those lace panties, and I nearly fucking lost it. My chest tightened, the urge to be inside her so fierce it made my head spin. But I was stuck, forced to watch as she shamelessly fingered herself while her mouth stayed locked on my cock, driving me out of my mind.

Her fingers started slow, teasing her own pussy as her lips worked me over. The wet sounds of her playing with herself and the soft gasps escaping her throat had me straining against the cuffs. Every moan she made was like a shot straight to my dick, making it harder to breathe, harder to think. She wasn't just touching herself—she was putting on a fucking show, drawing it out, savoring every moment as if she knew exactly how close I was to losing it.

My fists clenched, the cuffs biting into my wrists as she quickened her pace, both her mouth and her fingers moving faster. I could hear the slick, obscene sounds of her fingers sliding in and out, mixing with the wet noises from her lips, driving me fucking insane. The sight of her half-fucked expression, eyes barely open as she moaned around my cock, was too much.

"Fuck, Lily," I groaned, my body shaking with the tension, the need to explode. Every swirl of her tongue, every thrust of her fingers, had me on the verge of snapping.

And then, her eyes met mine, hooded with pleasure, and I lost it. Something inside me broke. I pulled against the cuffs so hard the metal bit into my wrists, pain mixing with the adrenaline rushing through me. I didn't care.

With one final, desperate pull, the cuffs snapped.

Lily's eyes widened as I ripped free of the cuffs, her lips still glistening from her work. I grabbed her, pulling her up roughly, my breath hot against her ear.

"You've had your fun," I growled, voice dripping with raw need. "Now, I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk straight tomorrow."

My hands gripped her hips, fingers digging in as I yanked her panties aside. "You're soaked, aren't you? All that teasing got you dripping wet, didn't it?" My fingers slid between her thighs, feeling how ready she was.

"You're mine now," I whispered against her neck, biting down hard enough to make her gasp. "I'm gonna make you scream my name, over and over, until you can't even think straight."

I spun her around and tossed her onto the bed, her body bouncing lightly against the sheets as she landed with a gasp. The way her eyes widened, a mix of shock and anticipation, only fueled the fire burning inside me.

I climbed over her, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head. "You thought you were in control?" I growled, my lips brushing her ear as I leaned down, the heat of my breath making her squirm beneath me. "Not anymore, baby. I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you'll be begging for more."

I slid my hand between her thighs, teasing her wetness, feeling her hips buck as she tried to push against me. "You're so fucking ready for it, aren't you?" I growled, slipping a finger inside her before pulling back just to hear her whimper.

My hand reached into the drawer beside the bed, searching for a condom, but instead, my fingers brushed against something better—her vibrator. A wicked grin spread across my face as I pulled it out, holding it up for her to see.

"Well, well... what do we have here?" I teased, my voice dripping with amusement.

Lily's eyes went wide with panic, her earlier confidence shattered. "F-Finn, wait," she stammered, trying to regain control, "It's your birthday... it should be all about you."

I chuckled darkly at her weak attempt to negotiate. "Oh, sweetheart," I murmured, leaning down to kiss her hard, cutting off any more excuses. My lips crashed into hers, hot and demanding, devouring every sound she tried to make. She tasted like desperation, her body trembling beneath me, unsure of what was coming next.

As I kissed her, my free hand roamed lower, trailing over her soft skin, teasing every inch of her. When my fingers reached between her thighs, I delivered a sharp slap to her pussy, just enough to make her gasp into my mouth.

"You thought you were in charge earlier?" I growled, my lips brushing against her ear. "Not anymore, baby. I'm in control now."

In one swift motion, I ripped her lace panties down her legs and tossed them aside like they were nothing. Then I flicked the vibrator on, the low hum filling the room, and pressed it right against her clit without warning.

Her reaction was instant. Her back arched off the bed, a loud, uncontrollable moan tearing from her lips. "Oh my God, Finn!" she cried, her legs trembling as the vibrations hit her hard.

I smirked, watching her fall apart under my touch. "You like that, don't you?" I growled, my voice dark with lust. "Look at you... already soaking wet for me. You're gonna come so hard, you'll forget it's my fucking birthday."

I pressed the vibrator harder against her, moving it in slow, deliberate circles, watching her writhe beneath me. Her hips bucked wildly, her breathing ragged as her body surrendered to the pleasure.

"Fuck, Lily," I murmured, leaning down to whisper in her ear, "You look so fucking good when you're falling apart. But don't think this is it—I'm not stopping until you scream my name."

Her moans grew louder, the sight of her trembling beneath the toy and my control driving me insane with need.

"Tell me, how does that feel, Butterfly?" I growled into her ear, trailing kisses down her neck, each one leaving her shivering beneath me. My hands found the clasp of her bra, and with a quick flick, I unhooked it and slid it off her shoulders, exposing her breasts completely. I wasted no time, taking one nipple into my mouth, flicking my tongue against it before biting down just enough to make her gasp.

Her eyes squeezed shut as the vibrator hummed against her clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. "Finn, please," she whimpered, her voice trembling with need, her whole body trembling as she clung to the sheets.

"You can take it," I growled, my breath hot against her skin as I flicked the switch, turning the vibrator to a higher speed. Her reaction was instant, her back arching off the bed, a desperate yelp of pleasure escaping her lips.

"And you're going to take every fucking bit of it," I snarled, pressing the vibrator harder against her soaked pussy. "This is what you get for teasing me, Butterfly. You made this bed, now I'm going to fuck you into it."

Lily's moans grew louder, her body trembling uncontrollably beneath me. Her fingers clawed at the sheets, eyes rolling back as her pleasure hit new heights. "Please, Finn," she begged, voice breaking, "I need you inside me. I can't... I can't take it anymore."

I smirked, the sound of her pleading driving me wild. "Oh, now you want me, huh? You should've thought about that before you started teasing me." I leaned down, my lips brushing her ear as I spoke. "You want my cock so bad, don't you? But you're gonna have to fucking beg for it."

Her breaths came in ragged, desperate gasps as the vibrator worked her over, her legs shaking as she writhed beneath the relentless pleasure. "Please, Finn," she whimpered, her voice soft, her eyes locking onto mine with pure desperation. "I won't tease you again. I promise."

"Good," I murmured darkly, my voice dripping with dangerous intent. "Because if you do, I'll make sure you pay for it. And next time, I'll take my time... draw it out until you're screaming for mercy."

I pulled the vibrator away from her clit just as she was about to come, leaving her a quivering mess, her body begging for release. She let out a broken moan, her hips still trying to grind against the air, desperate for friction. I could see the frustration in her eyes, but I wasn't done with her yet.

Grabbing a condom from the drawer, I tore it open and rolled it over my length, her eyes watching every movement, her breath hitching as she anticipated what was coming next. I positioned myself between her legs, my cock teasing her entrance.

"Now," I growled, my voice thick with lust, "let's make this birthday fucking unforgettable."

Without warning, I slammed into her, hard and deep, her wetness making the slide easy, but the sudden stretch made her cry out in pleasure. I didn't give her a chance to adjust, thrusting into her relentlessly, the sound of our skin slapping together filling the room.

"Fuck, you're so tight," I groaned, my hands gripping her hips as I pounded into her, setting a brutal pace. "This is what you wanted, isn't it? To be fucked senseless."

Her moans were a symphony, each one louder than the last, her body shaking beneath mine as I drove into her. "Finn! Oh God!" she screamed, her nails digging into my back, leaving marks as I thrust harder, deeper, claiming her completely.

"You like that, don't you?" I growled, leaning down to bite her neck, my teeth sinking into her skin, marking her as mine. "You're my fucking dirty girl, aren't you? Say it."

"Y-Yes," she gasped, her voice trembling as she clung to me, her body tightening around me with every thrust. "I'm your dirty girl."

"Damn right you are," I snarled, feeling her body start to tense, the telltale signs of her release building. "Now, come for me. I want to feel you fall apart on my cock."

Her body trembled beneath me, and I could feel her getting close, her breathing ragged, her moans growing louder with each thrust. She was right on the edge, her hips bucking wildly against me as I pounded into her relentlessly.

"You're close, aren't you, Butterfly?" I growled, my grip on her hips tightening. "I can feel you about to fall apart."

"Y-Yes, Finn," she gasped, her voice barely coherent as the pleasure took over. "I'm so close... oh God, I'm so close."

With a wicked grin, I shifted slightly, angling myself deeper inside her, hitting that spot that made her scream. Her body convulsed beneath me, her moans turning into desperate cries of pleasure as her orgasm tore through her. She clenched around me so hard it took every ounce of control I had not to lose it right then.

"Fuck, yes, just like that," I groaned, feeling her body pulse and tighten around my cock. "Come for me, Butterfly. Let me feel how much you want it."

She shattered, her entire body shaking with the force of her release, her nails digging into my arms as she screamed my name. The sight of her losing control, completely wrecked by the pleasure, was enough to push me right to the brink, but I wasn't done with her yet.

As her breathing slowed and she lay there, a trembling mess beneath me, I pulled out slowly, making her whimper from the sudden emptiness.

I didn't give her time to recover, flipping her over onto her stomach with one rough motion. Her breath hitched as I positioned myself behind her, the perfect view of her ass raised high, ready to be taken again. My hands slid down her sides, savoring the way her body trembled under my touch.

"One hand on the headboard," I growled, my voice rough with desire. "The other hand? You're gonna hold that vibrator against your clit. You're gonna make yourself come again while I fuck you."

Her eyes widened, but she did as she was told, reaching for the vibrator and pressing it against her swollen, sensitive clit. Her other hand gripped the headboard tightly, her knuckles turning white.

"Good girl," I murmured, teasing the tip of my cock along her slick folds, making her shudder in anticipation. "Now hold on tight. I'm not stopping until you scream."

Without warning, I slammed into her, deep and hard, her body jolting forward as I thrust into her with relentless force. She moaned loudly, the vibrator buzzing against her clit, the dual sensations pushing her closer to the edge again.

"Fuck, you feel so good," I groaned, driving into her harder, faster. Her hips rocked back to meet each thrust, her body completely under my control.

But then, her hand slipped, the vibrator falling from her grip and tumbling onto the bed, its buzzing hum fading into the sheets.

I paused, gripping her hips firmly as I pulled her back against me. "What happened, butterfly?" I murmured, my voice teasing. "Aren't you my good girl? Why'd you drop it?"

Her body trembled, her breath coming out in soft, shaky gasps as she tried to find her words, but I wasn't in a rush. I leaned down, brushing my lips against her ear. "You were doing so well for me. My perfect girl... but good girls don't drop what I give them, do they?"

I tugged her hair back gently, making her arch against me. "Don't worry, baby. We'll try again, and this time, you're going to hold on, aren't you?"

I pressed the vibrator back into her hand, guiding it to her clit as I thrust into her again, this time slower, teasing. "Hold it right there," I growled softly, my lips brushing her neck, "and don't you dare drop it again."

She whimpered in response, her body trembling as the vibrator buzzed against her sensitive skin. "That's my good girl," I whispered, my voice thick with lust. "Now, keep it there while I fuck you."

I picked up the pace, thrusting harder and deeper with each stroke, watching her fingers tighten around the vibrator as she tried to hold on. The sight of her falling apart under my control, her body shaking, her moans growing louder, was everything. Her legs trembled, her hips rocking back to meet me as her breathing quickened.

"You're so fucking tight, baby," I groaned, gripping her hips harder, feeling her body clench around me. "You're gonna come for me again, aren't you?"

She could only nod, too lost in the sensation to speak. Her grip on the headboard was slipping, her back arching as she neared the edge. The vibrator buzzed relentlessly against her clit, and I knew she was right there.

"That's it," I growled, driving into her harder, faster. "Come for me, baby. Let me feel you."

Her entire body tensed, a broken scream escaping her lips as she shattered around me, her orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave. Her legs gave out, and I held her up, thrusting into her a few more times, chasing my own release as her body tightened and pulsed around me.

With one final thrust, I groaned her name, my own release crashing into me as I emptied into the condom, the pleasure overwhelming.

We collapsed onto the bed, breathless and wrapped around each other. She looked up at me with a playful smile. "Did you enjoy your present?" she teased, kissing me lightly.

"Best present ever," I chuckled, running my hand through her hair.

She grinned. "Well, I also got you Manchester United season pass tickets... So, which do you like more?"

I laughed, pulling her closer. "As much as I love Man U, I think your first present wins."

She smiled, giving me another soft kiss. "Good answer."