"No," she says and she's pulling back the sheets of his bed and crawling into it, shoes and tights askew on the floor. She pats the miniscule space beside her – they're twin beds, after all – like it's her own bed and he slips beside her, his body curved right against hers. "You can maybe kiss me. Just a kiss, please, because I have – I have a someone. And I want to kiss Finn." AU