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This is the first thing I've ever written. All feedback is welcome!
"wanna come over;)"
Finn knows just how to win me over. That damn winky face.
"be there in ten"
I hate texting, but it's better than talking on the phone. Whatever. That doesn't even matter. okay... What to wear? The outside doesn't matter. I'll throw on some ugly swears. After all, I'm Santana Lopez. I look great in anything. I hate having so much lingerie. I never know what to wear. I look best in red so I pick out this really cute bra and panty set and I slip into it. Perfect. I hurry and pull on some sweats and run downstairs. Like usual, no one's home so I just grab my keys and go.
When I get there I don't even bother knocking. I find my way to Finn's room. What I see when I open the door... "Oh my gosh. What the hell? Finn, what are you doing?"
He jumps up and starts trying to explain, "I-I-I... umm... Usually before you come over I like to do a few push-ups."
He started to blush and he had good reason.
"But why are you doing them naked?"
That just made him blush even more. I liked it. I always like when he blushes.
"Well," he says while stepping closer to me and smiling that delicious smile.
That smile. Ugh. Just everything about him turns me on. We haven't even kissed yet and I'm already freaking out.
"I missed you," he whispers into my ear as he pulls me to him. His hugs are pure heaven. He's so tall and he always smells so great.
"I missed you too," I mumble into his chest.
Now it's my turn to blush. I hate talking about my feelings. I rather just ignore them.
"Anyway," I say while pushing him back onto his bed. He's still naked but I'm trying to act like I don't notice. I don't want him to be self-conscious.
He's sitting at the edge of his bed and I'm sitting on his lap. I could just sit like this forever. I love when he holds me. I love having him there with me. Dammit, too much emotion.
I look into his beautiful, brown eyes as I run my fingers through his hair. I kiss him gently.
"You look beautiful, Santana."
I ignore him. I kiss him harder. He tries to grab at my shirt but I stand up. He quickly tries to cover himself. I take my sweatshirt off and quickly kick my shoes off. Then I slowly take my sweatpants off. I straddle him and then I say, "I love you," and kiss him before he has a chance to say anything else.