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Millie's POV:

I woke to brisk morning air, light flooding in from the window, landing on my face.

I tried to shifted slightly, not opening my eyes, but I couldn't move. Something was behind me.

Someone.

I felt something move in front of me, so I opened my eyes. The person's hands adjusted on my stomach.

I froze.

'Ok Millie, just think,' I told myself, closing my eyes in thought. Who could this be?

It could be Lilia, or Maddie. But I wasn't in LA...

What did I do last night...

I went to Taco Bell with Finn, then I we ran home. I watched the news with Finn. He got upset, went to his room. I went to his room, and we talked. And then...and then...

Oh God...

I opened my eyes, squinting as they searched my surroundings. My questions disappeared into thin air, each being resolved by the same answer.

Finn's room.

"Mill-Millie?" a quiet voice tickled my ear. I started to twist around to face him, and the arms around my middle loosened to allow movement. I turned in his arms so that I was facing him.

"Finn," I whispered, looking up into his eyes. 

"What are...what are you doing in my room?" he asked quietly, his brows furrowing.

"Remember?" I chuckled slightly.

"I just remember that we were talking, and then-" Finn interrupted himself, his eyes widening.

"Shhh.." I brought a finger to his mouth, then moved it slightly to the side. My thumb slid along his cheekbone, and I pulled myself closer. As I did, his grip on my back tightened, locking me in place. I leaned in so that we were just millimetres apart, the tension between our faces thick and warm.

I connected our lips, soft at first, then firmed up, like Finn did. I dragged out the kiss, then backed away slowly. Our mouths made a slight 'smack' sound, and I smiled a bit. I opened my eyes to see Finn sporting his signature smirk paired with a wild blush. I felt myself turning pink.

"Good fucking morning!" someone exclaimed in the bed beside us. I jumped, and Finn's face went pale. I propped myself up to look over Finn's shoulder, seeing a smiling Caleb, phone in hand.

"Shit..." I whispered, and Finn swung his legs around to see the voice's owner.

"Oh my fucking God.." Finn murmured, his voice shaking with anxiety.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD!" Finn yelled this time, scrambling out of bed. He violently lunged over to Caleb's bed, and held the boy in a head lock.

"FINN!" I screamed, "STOP IT!"

"DELETE THAT DAMN RECORDING!" Finn screeched into Caleb's ear.

"Or what?" Caleb teased.

"Or I'll-I'll," Finn stammered.

"Exactly," Caleb stated, reaching around and practically peeling Finn's arms from his neck with ease.

"Now. If you want me to delete this, you'll have to explain some stuff to me," Caleb threatened, getting out of bed and standing up.

"Explain what?" I asked, moving to sit on the edge of the bed.

"How long?" Caleb questioned, pointing a finger between Finn and I.