THREE MATES; ONE KISS ONE REJECTION;

Bella:

“Fuck me,” Finn muttered when he realized we were stuck on the Ferris wheel.

I took deep, steady breaths, trying not to think of what had happened.

“Attention, everyone. We ask that you all remain calm. The Ferris wheel will be fixed in a few minutes, and you can get back to safety. Please don’t get down on your own, as the height might be too much.”

When the operator said this, I sighed again, leaning back on the seat. This was the worst time for me to be stuck with my mate without distraction, and the worst part was that he was mute.

“What are we going to do?” I asked. Finn looked down and then gave a shrug.

“We were asked to wait, so we wait,” he replied, throwing his head back and closing his eyes.

I closed my eyes too, trying to think of other things that could distract me, but the only thing I could imagine was the dream I had about him. The image of his fingers inside me became clear, and I bit my lips, crossing my legs to hold back the tingles, but it didn’t work.

“Bell