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Finn's POV:

I woke up warm. Underneath the blankets of a comfortable bed, I kept my eyes closed.

That was when I felt something shift in under my chin. Some sort of hair? Then I felt something move under the grasp I didn't realize my arms had. What the heck?

I opened my eyes.

There was a person there. I was holding this person very close and very tightly.

Wait, what?

I closed my eyes, violently rummaging through memories of last night. I off the plane, I got to the hotel, I knocked and Millie was waiting up for me and-

Fuck.

I was cuddling Millie.

My eyes shot open violently, and I let out a gasp, waking the girl in front of me. She too seemed very confused. What was she going to say? What was I going to say? 

She touched my clasped hands that were wrapped around her waist tightly with hers. She froze.

Oh dear God.

I felt her begin to turn around to face me. I swallowed the lump of anxiety in my throat. She slowly turned her body, and my grip around her middle never failed. 

She was facing me now. Millie slowly lifted her chin, and her eyes found mine, searching for an explanation. 

"What the fuck?" she whispered.

"Yeah, what the actual fuck?" a familiar voice said across the bedroom and my head shot up at the sudden voice.

Noah.

You've got to be shitting me.

Millie's wide eyes looked up into mine, and I panicked.

"Noah, it's-it's not what it looks like," I stammered, and Noah took a sip of his tea.

Millie shifted back to face away from me, to face Noah. 

"Noah, I swear to God, we didn't fall asleep like this," she explained.

Noah threw his head back and laughed.

Evil son of a bitch.

"Do you guys really think that I thought you would have willingly slept like that?" Noah questioned, and my brows furrowed.

"What do you mean?" Millie asked.

"I mean, you guys don't need to defend yourselves. I'd never tell anyone," he said graciously.

"But," Noah paused, "You should know that I'll never let you two live this down."

I rolled my eyes.

"And Finn," Noah added.

"Yes, Noah?" I asked.

"Why are you still holding her?" I looked back down, seeing my grasp still tight on her waist. 

"Sorry Millie," I apologized, letting my grip on her loosen and bringing my arms to my sides. She climbed out of the bed, and asked Noah to leave.

What the hell?

"Finn, I just think you should know that we can't ever do that again," Millie stated, crossing her arms.

"Okay?" I answered like a question, "I didn't mean to like cuddle you, you know that right?"

"I mean, yeah, I guess," she trailed off, averting her eyes.

"I get it, no more touchy stuff," I said, and her eyes returned to mine.