Firecracker

s. We fell asleep at some point, but only after hours of talking about inconsequential things; favourite movies, bands, dream holiday destinations-even

all out "Morning," as Finn ambles through an

flames with embarrassment. Finn doesn't nor

," I

eft the bar with has gone?" F

en, though... I was asleep." I don't know why I feel disgruntled about it. Jackson was getting a little too c

rceptively, his gaze a littl

tour with his band, so I will probably never see him aga

er," Finn chortles, tryin

reaching for a cushion and

ell?" I mutter as I stare at a picture of Jackson. It is obviously a selfie taken on the bus. He has a charcoal-coloured be

for an amazing night. Ti

Finn says, smugly peering over my shoulder. I push h

to, you know I don't go ther

own and have a few sprogs or fur babies, you know, whatever takes my fancy." I let out a snigger. "But you kind of need to go back for second helpings if you

why," I say grumpily, not wanting to

u know. Otherwise, life is going to be very lonely." Finn lets out a s

. I don't know how the hell he got my number, but I am not going to reply. In fact," I delete the message, "See

let someone in one day,

but for the briefest of moments, I feel slightl