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"That's magic, in a cheetaprint coat. Just a slip, underneath it I hope. Asking if, I can have one of those; Organic, cigarettes that she smokes. Rubs her lips, round a Mexican coke. Makes you wish, that you were the bottle. Takes a sip, of your soul and it sound-" Finn disrupted my glorious rocking out by cutting the engine of his Range Rover. "Hey! That was the best part. Could you not wait fifteen seconds?" I pouted.

"Why would I waste fifteen seconds sitting in my car when I could be inside my house potentially making out with my girlfriend?" Finn asked skeptically with furrowed eyebrows. "Your girlfriends not going to make out with you if you end her rock out sessions early."

Finn smirked in the cocky way he does before he does something sexual or something that will piss me off. Somehow I still found it sexy and that look alone could burn my insides in seconds. How can this asshole do this to me? I have no idea. "Yeah she will. I'm kind of irresistible and she's more of a sex addict than I am."

My mouth dropped open in mock offense and I hit Finn's solid shoulder with the back of my hand. "I can keep it in my pants."

"Mhm." Finn hummed while getting out of the car. I unbuckled and did the same. It turned out that we had a white Christmas after all. Yesterday, it snowed enough for the dusting to stick, only around three inches. Thankfully, it didn't strand us at home like some of the bigger storms. We only had a week back in Connecticut and we weren't about to waste it sitting in my house or shoveling.

Finn and I decided to go iceskating today at one of the many indoor rinks around here. I'm sure a lot of couples think iceskating is a cute little activity to joke around with; they are wrong.

Iceskating is when two competitive people get together and see who can go faster without falling on their ass. Not to brag, but I was a pretty good skater. Or I thought I was until I met Finn. Remember me saying something about how he was good at everything? Apparently he used to play ice hockey as a kid.

Of fucking course he did.

Either way, we ended up trying to trip each other most of the time.

We made our way into Finn's empty house, pulling off our coats and slipping out of our shoes. I wore a sensible pair of timberlands but Finn, ever the lacrosse douche, wore a pair of vans and ripped light wash jeans. There was snow on the ground; wear some real shoes. I will never understand his logic.

We entered the kitchen and Finn put some milk on the stove for hot chocolate while I watched him from where I leaned on the island. Cheating on our diets never felt so good. "I had fun today." I remarked when Finn finished at the stove, coming over to me and caging my hips between his two strong arms. "It's nice to escape it all. A distraction if you will. Even lacrosse. I love it with all my heart but sometimes you just need a break."

I laced my arms around his tanned neck while Finn moved he's hands from the counter to my hips. "Well, 78 hours of anything per week is a lot. That might be more than our workaholic fathers work and that's saying something." "Is that where your dad is now? At work?" I asked. It was a Saturday but Finn said his father had been gone all day. Unlike the week of the trial, Finn was staying at his dads this time. His father wanted to see him when he wasn't working which I could understand. I was invited to stay at their house but I didn't want to abandon Jason in my home when I wasn't there, even if he insisted that he would be fine.

But hey, what's vacation for if not for daytime sex when your parents aren't around?

"Yeah. And speaking of distractions, I could think of something plenty distracting that we can do now that we're alone." Finn murmured, his lips brushing mine. His strong hands moved from my broad hips to my voluptuous ass. Finn's hands lit my skin up like I was a tree in a forest fire. Stupid enology but that's how I felt with his hands on my ass.

I just barely kissed him when a woman's voice caused me to jerk my head away and Finn to snap his attention to the doorway behind me. "You aren't quite alone." I spun around to face her, my hips no longer pressed against the cool, marble counter.

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Looking at the woman in front of me, I could tell who she was instantly. Finn's face might be distinctly his fathers, but his piercing green eyes and dirty blonde hair came from the woman standing in front of me. She had the height of a model, 5'10" or 11" at my guess. That would explain how her son stands at 6'2". Her figure was one of a model too. Skinny yet curvy.

The woman's face showed maturity lines but they suited her, especially since she was a lawyer. They didn't age her one day, they just made her look more respectable and wise. Her eyes hid sadness and desperation when she looked at Finn but her face showed a bright white smile. "Griffin, it's been so long. I'm so glad to hear you made the Olympics!" She gushed in a friendly but not extra way. "I'm assuming you're his girlfriend. How long have you two been dating?" I find it incredibly hard to believe that she doesn't know who I am. Not to come off cocky, but if she paid any attention to her son's name in the news than she would know the full story and that we've been dating for almost a year. It was almost sad that she didn't even know the simplest things about his life. It wasn't hard to miss, our names were plastered on every news channel everyday without fail for months on end.

Finn seemed to share the same sentiment because he scoffed under his breath so only I could hear. I don't even think he intended for me to hear it. "What are you doing here?" Finn asked bluntly in the same cold voice he greeted me with when we first met. His arms were by his sides now, but I could feel his muscles were tense behind me. "Is visiting the day after Christmas becoming a habit? If so, it's a bad one and I suggest you quit it."

Her face flashed with hurt but she quickly masked it with a face of disappointment. "Can I not visit my oldest son?"

"Not if you're here to ask Dad for money again." Finn replied bluntly. I almost flinched at his words. I suddenly felt like this was an intrusion of privacy that I did not want to be involved in.

Sure, I almost just gave this woman a grandchild and I probably know her own son better than she does, but I till felt awkward. I wouldn't dare say anything, so that left me to stay quiet. I'll admit that I was the confrontational type, but not this type of confrontation.

"Griffin." She replied in a tight voice, like she wanted to scold him but knew she didn't have the right. "I'm not here for money. Johnathan found a job again." My eyes flickered over her attire. Loubitons, a gold Rolex, and diamond earrings. It hardly seems like she was struggling a year ago.

That scolding that Finn's mom was holding back before, came to light and I knew in that moment that this was about to get a whole lot worse. "Griffin! Is that any way to talk to your mother? In front of your girlfriend no less. You're going to scare her off with your brashness." Finn's mother was bordering on barely suppressed rage.

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"Actually," I had to interject now. I couldn't help myself, even if I would regret it later. "I've known Finn for over a year and if anything was going to scare me off, I would have been gone months ago." I intentionally refrained from taking any jabs at her. I didn't want to agitate the situation even more.

Finn's hand brushed my hip below the counter, a fleeting acknowledgement that I had said the right thing (so very unlike when he almost clawed my arm off when we were with my dad). "You're not my mother. You haven't been my mother since you cheated on my father for three fucking years. You knew damn well that doing that would not only hurt him, but also your son. That's unforgivable." Finn growled so hard I thought he would strain his vocal cords.

His mom clenched her defined jaw before releasing it in frustration. "I just wanted to offer you a chance to meet your siblings. Danielle is three now. Don't you think she wants to meet her older brother? Maddox and Knox are almost one. Don't you at least want to see them? Besides, I miss my son." For a moment I almost felt bad for the woman, but then I remembered what she did. She didn't even want custody of Finn so why would he want to go back and get to know her now that he was an adult?

It's not like she missed most of his life. On the contrary, she was there until he was fifteen. But that doesn't mean their relationship isn't strained. He isn't a blind child who loves his mother unconditionally anymore. Finn wouldn't love his parents unconditionally like a preteen or a child, he was too old and knew too much when the divorce happened. Finn sees the whole, ugly truth. That's something that a perfectionist like Finn will never let go of.

"I don't want anything to do with your new mess of a family or you." His time was suddenly scarily calm for all the anger he had possessed just a second ago. "How long are you staying?"

"Five days."

"Well, then," Finn said and backed away from my body, leaving me cold with the loss of his touch. "I guess I won't be staying at my own home, yet again. See you never."

And with that, Finn brushed passed her in the doorway and climbed the stairs to get his suitcase. I followed him up because it was the only thing I could do.

Looks like no one is getting laid today.