finifugal (adj.)
hating endings; of someone who tries to avoid or prolong the final moments of a relationship, journey, or chapter in life
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THE next morning, I woke up to a warm, firm body pressed up against my frontside.
I stretched my neck and saw Eli quietly snoring into my chest, with the cutest pout on his lips. As if he was sensing my desire to get out of bed, he subconsciously tightened his grip and cuddled into me.
Looking between us, I could see the upper half of his delicious, chiseled abs. I desperately wanted to trace the lines and lick them, but he was asleep, and that would be weird.
Well, Eli would probably love it.
I settled for running my fingers through his unruly morning hair.
He let out a faint snore and curled further into my body.
I loved how he showed his softer side with me. As an athlete and a teenage male, he thought he needed to act all masculine, and he always insisted on being the big spoon. But every time he slept over, the roles reversed in the middle of the night. Knowing he trusted me enough to let his guard down around me warmed my heart.
"Don't stop," he rasped with that deep morning voice I was starting to love.
"Hey," I whispered. "How long have you been up?"
"Just a few minutes. That felt good." He leaned his head into my hands. "Keep going, please."
"Okay, Princess," I cooed, digging my fingers into his scalp. "What shampoo do you use? Your hair is so soft. It smells good."
"I dunno, but it doesn't smell as good as your peachy one," he yawned. "Whatever my mom buys me."
"I guess I need to talk to your mom," I mused.
As I lightly pulled on his hair and massaged his head, he let out soft moans, turning my insides into a puddle of mush.
"Char!" my mom called from downstairs. "When do you wanna head to the mall?"
"Does she know I'm here?" Eli whispered, eyes growing wide.
"No." I shoved his head under the covers.
"Hmm, I like the view," he said as he blew a puff of air onto my inner thigh.
"Eli, stop," I hissed, reaching under the covers to whack his head.
The rhythmic clanking of my mom's slippers got closer. I closed my eyes and rested my head on my pillow, pretending to sleep right before the door creaked open.
"Wake up, sleepyhead. It's ten a.m."
Hearing her approaching the bed, I opened my eyes and feigned a stretch and yawn. "Morning."
"Morning. Hello to you too, Eli."
I felt the telltale heat creep onto my cheeks as I wished to disappear.
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Because of Haven Beach
Teen Fiction"The moon's really beautiful, if you think about it," I blurted. "Yeah?" he asked, mild amusement and curiosity mingling in his voice. "Yeah," I confirmed. "It's just- there's something about the moon that's ethereal. I don't really know how to desc...
