I wake up to a hand trailing up and down my naked back. Finn making love to me is exactly what happiness is supposed to be. It's like he and I were made for each other. A smile graces my lips, and I sigh as he presses a little harder, massaging his fingers into my shoulders.
"Morning," I mutter, snuggling deeper into the pillows.
Finn chuckles and wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me back against him and pressing his lips to my shoulder. "Good evening. It's almost six at night, grá mo chroí."
My eyes shoot open, and I twist to look over my shoulder. "Are you serious? Why didn't you wake me up?"
Finn's gaze softens as he brings his hand up to rest against my cheek. "Faylinn, I get the impression you've hardly slept for fifteen years. I'm going to encourage you to crash ou
