““Finn?” Al asked in a husky voice. She blinked big gray eyes at him from where she lay wrapped up in Daniel. Her hair was all tussled, and there was a general well-fucked appeal to her. He was nowhere near as immune to it as he would have liked. Which pissed him off. And she wore his t-shirt, having gasped words along the lines of “God”, “yes”, and “Daniel” before slipping into it. “What’s wrong, Finn?” His. Shirt””
