"Yes, he's staying in the penthouse." I turn back to Ben and mouth, "be nice" in his direction. I hope it doesn't sentence Finn to an interrogation from my big grizzly.Ben leaves the doorway, but stays in the kitchen offering us no privacy. Finn's cologne spreads through the space that separates us causing me to lean closer. Behind the pizza box he wears an orange Giant's short sleeve t-shirt and another pair of jeans. I'm not sure how he pulls off the comfortable look so well. He's also back in his glasses today, which puts the whole image together and my insides delight at the sight."I remember you said you were watching the game today, so I thought I'd bring over some pizza and a movie for later. It was stupid of me to think you wouldn't be watching it with someone. I'm sorry." Finn starts to turn away and I rush to stop him."No wait. Come in and watch it with us. I'd love to have another Giants fan to root with me. Ben's going for the Rockies and he's going to be sore when
Light from my television screen casts highlights on Finn's face as he eyes me from his place on the couch, waiting for my reaction. I face him, causing the blanket we're sharing to pull tight between us."So? What did you think?" he asks."Well..." I let the remaining credits roll as I form my answer. "I thought the Hulk would be angrier. Isn't he supposed to get bigger the more people piss him off?""What are you talking about? He went from a normal sized man to a green power train. How much bigger can he get? Trust me, this version was more true to the story line." He simply waves off my concerns."There's another version? How can you have two movies from the same comic book?"Finn rattles off an answer. Something about an earlier movie where the plot was slow and didn't follow comic book canon. "The dad is never involved in the comics. They completely made all of it up. It's blasphemy."When Finn said he brought over a movie to watch, I didn't realize it would be a super
I have no idea if I am or not. I can't feel anything besides what he's doing to me, but I don't want him to stop. "Yes.""Good, baby. Lean back a little and enjoy the show." Finn's hands move down my body both gripping the top of my sweat pants. A single finger traces the area where the fabric meets my skin, causing it to break out in goosebumps from the delicate touch. As his fingers come together, his hand slowly moves underneath the material, moving down my body before it comes to rest on the top of my hip.One hand pulls on the drawstring hem as his other moves lower. Finn moves slowly, giving me time to stop him. I don't. My hips lift up allowing my pants to slide past my hips, but stopping once they've cleared Finn's hand and hit my knees. I guess I'm going to look the other way while Finn steals third.I settle back into the couch cushions. Finn's fingers flex on my thigh pulling my leg over his. I'm now open to his hand's exploration —— a fact which spikes my nerves. With
A hickey. Finnegan McRyan gave me a hickey. I'm going to kill him. Thank God, San Francisco is permanently celebrating fall, so I'll get away with using a scarf as a fashion statement to hide the small purple mark at the base of my neck. The blue scarf doesn't match my spring jacket, but I have no more time to waste.Cars move at a snail's pace on the street as I push through my building's front door and stop outside. I wore jeans and sneakers to make the walk to our brunch meetup easier, but now the task is overwhelming no matter my footwear. Yesterday on a map, the walk from Pacific Heights to the Haight-Ashbury neighborhood didn't seem so bad. Today I'm already an hour late and the idea of walking all the way past Golden Gate Park for some Tahiti French Toast sounds impossible. It's all uphill.I eye the road in front of the building and can't spot a single Taxi. Why is it so hard to get a cab in this town? Marissa had to drive in, but with parking there is no way I can ask her
Marissa turns her back to the eavesdropping couple, her head tilted to scrutinize me more. "Yes, you did. Don't fight it, Pen. It's easier if you give in and tell us. And don't leave out the details on the hickey either.""Oh my God." Why is she my friend again?Amanda stands next to Marissa, her back now to the couple as well. "Did you really?" Her blue eyes are wide probably in search of whatever clue gave me away to Marissa."Yes, she did. Come on, Pen. This is the circle of trust. It all stays in the circle." She looks at Amanda for her agreement while her arm and hand make a wide circle signifying our group's placement within its boundaries."I didn't. I swear. We didn't get that far before I called the game," I promise them and then laugh at my own use of baseball lingo continued from last night.Amanda pops her hip, "Spill it." Marissa has rubbed off on her in the span of an hour and a half. It's scary.I give them the bare rundown of last night's events doing my bes
Today's beige heels look incredible with my black pencil skirt and light blue long sleeve silk blouse. A matching black blazer finishes the outfit and am ready to start my Wednesday. I don't even put on walking shoes to feign the possibility I'll walk to work. Finn and Jake have been my ride the last two days, and as I enter the lobby this morning, I'm greeted by Finn propped in his favorite spot on the wall."Good morning, Finn." I say as I'm halfway across the lobby.His mouth perks up and he takes two steps toward me dressed in his signature jeans and a blue long sleeve shirt. "Good morning, Aspen. Ready for work?""Yup. You know, you could wait for me upstairs in the hallway."Jake opens the door as we emerge from the building. "I could, but then it wouldn't feel the same. I would simply be meeting you for a ride. This feels more official, don't you think?""Um, sure." His thought process is so convoluted it makes me chuckle.His hand moves across the backseat and rests
"We're not trying some?" I'm disappointed. He said there would be chocolate tasting tonight.I hadn't realized how close I'd worked myself next to him as we stood in front of the case until I need to take a step back in order to see his entire face."We'll be back for hot chocolate later, but let's eat dinner first. Don't worry, I wouldn't bring you to a chocolate factory and not let you take some home," Finn promises. I swear, the man can read my mind. That or all the years Ben's harassed me about my lack of a poker face weren't merely mean-spirited jokes at my expense.Hand in hand we jaywalk across the street to a large grey building hidden by trees. It isn't until we reach the door that the name Tacolicious comes into view. The store hours are listed directly below in the same thin, simple font, and I'm glad we have hours left so there won't be a need to rush.As with every other restaurant I've been to in this city, the tables are packed together and mostly full. "Chocolat
Jake, in another black suit, waits for me outside at the end of my workday on Thursday. He opens the back door and I expect to see Finn waiting for me, but he isn't. In his place sits a small rectangular green box with a large white bow wrapped around it. I assume the box is for me, but I don't reach to take it. Finn's absence hits me harder than I would have expected. I've gotten used to his smiling face before and after work each day. His excitement is infectious. Finn always leaves me in a good mood."Are we picking Finn up now?" I question as soon as Jake is in the vehicle.He meets my eyes in the rear view mirror and hesitates in his answer. "He had to stay late for a meeting, but he said he hoped the surprise made up for him not being here.""Oh." Jake's comments don't sound good. "Do you have to go back and wait for him?" I quickly work out a plan to talk Jake into making me a tagalong. I still haven't been to the building Finn works in. He's only told me they recently bou