Finley's POV I walked into the apartment holding my shoes in my hand. I was praying that Kennedy was still asleep but no such luck. She was sitting on the couch with a smug smile on her face and a cup of coffee in her hands. "I was going to get a workout in and see if you wanted to come but I'm guessing you got a workout all night long." "No workout last night. Not even close." "So, what you spent all night with him, but you didn't jump his bones, ride his long stick, smash your genitals together, I can keep going if you want." "No," I huffed, plopping down on the couch beside her. "We went to dinner and then he drove me out to the country and made a bed in the back of the pickup, and we talked a lot and we watched the stars and fell asleep." "Well, that sounds boring." "It wasn't. There's a history of looking at stars with us. It was sweet." "Did you tell him everything?" "No and I'm not going to. It won't change anything." "Maybe not, but he deserves to know. He needs to k
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