As if jolting awake from a dream Rory pushed Finn to the floor on the opposite side of the door, this way when who ever it was finally opened the door Finn wouldn't be in sight. Granted Finn was shocked and fell to the floor with a crash, but Rory didn't have time to think about Finn's comfort now. Flattening her hair in place and leaned over to grab her towel from the floor to cover herself she glanced towards the doorway and let out a quiet groan as she heard her grandmother's voice.
"Rory dear, is everything ok?"
"Yes, grandma, why do you ask?"
"Well, Richard and I heard some noises coming from your room and thought something was troubling you. Are you sure your ok and why have you got just a towel on?"
"I'm fine grandma. I couldn't sleep, so I went for a swim in the pool and have just finished my shower."
"Oh, ok then. Well goodnight Rory, see you tomorrow bright and early."
"Night grandma."
As the door closed Rory let out loud sign. Glancing next to the bed she was surprised to see Finn looking start back up at her with a cheeky grin on his face. Before she could say anything Finn beat her to it:
"So love, aren't I allowed to meet the grandparents yet or is that too early in our relationship?"
Groaning Rory got up from the bed and walked over to her suitcase, where she proceed to get out one of the nighties her mum had packed for her. It was dark red shorts with a matching camisole top. Going into the bathroom she slammed the door shut, hoping Finn would get the message and leave her alone. When she had finished, she open the door a crack and peeked through the gap. Upon seeing the room empty, she walked out and was startled as she heard a voice directly to her left. Turning around she saw Finn leaning against the wall, by the side of the bathroom door.
Gathering her strength, she flung her towel in the general direction of the suitcase and faced Finn.
"Why are you still here? Haven't you got enough information to take back to Tristan in your sick games of one-man-up?"
Finn was shocked, what had exactly had Tristan done to this girl, 'coz it was clear that she was bitter to people from society and that was hypercritical in his book, considering she came from society herself.
"Well, love this might come as a shock to you, but I usually keep my………….exploits to myself. You see, not everyone needs to brag about these type of things to make themselves feel big and I it's quite presumptuous of you to think that you did anything that was worth telling the other boys."
As Finn had been speaking Rory had been pacing the room. As she heard his last comment, she whirled to face him, as she opened her mouth to comment back he cut her off.
"Now love, don't get me wrong. You certainly did some things that I won't be forgetting, but don't ever presume that you know anything about me our what I do."
As Finn had been speaking, his voice lost it's joking quality and became serious and for once in her life Rory didn't know how to respond.
"I'm sorry. It's just that you took me by surprise in the shower and just then on the bed." As she mentioned the bed, Rory couldn't help but glance at it, before looking away embarrassed as her cheeks stained pink with the memory if what had happened.
"Apology accepted. Now if you excuse me I'm going to my room which is conveniently just across from yours and I'm going to sleep."
Just as he was about to exit the room he turned back and winked at Rory, laughing as he saw her cheeks turn pink in the hallway light. There was no way he was going to sleep and he knew it. No matter how casual he had seemed in the room, his heart was pumping as if he had just run a marathon and it wasn't from almost being caught by Emily Gilmore. He'd recognise that voice anywhere and he sure as hell didn't want it getting back to his grandparents that he was "screwing around" with someone from society. They'd kill him for sure as the Gilmore's good friends with his grandparents. No, his heart was beating from the smell, sight, taste, feel and sound of her playing on his senses. The way she responded to his actions and the way sounds she made when she liked something he did. But what stayed at the forefront of his mind was the fact that he wanted to do the same things with her again and again, He wanted to see her again, despite the fact that she seemed reluctant to see him. Hell, he didn't care she was like a drug and he need one more fix. Just one more and he was sure he'd be free of her. Well, he was almost sure.
