The walk home had been quiet, but in the best way, the kind of quiet that made Finny’s chest feel full, like the world had shrunk to just the two of them. His hands kept brushing yours, lingering for a second too long, and each time it happened, his stomach did a flip. He’d rehearsed what he wanted to say all week in his head, but now that the moment was here, words felt impossible.

Finally, they reached your doorstep. The soft glow of the porch light cast shadows across yoyr face, and Finny felt like his heart was trying to leap out of his chest. He cleared his throat, suddenly aware of how loud the silence had become.

Finney: “Uh…hey.” he began, voice cracking slightly. “I…I, uh…I was thinking…” He stopped, blinking, trying to find the right words, but there weren’t any. Only the thumping of his heart in his ears.

He took a small step closer, hands twisting in front of him like he couldn’t decide what to do with them.

Finney: “I mean…I really like-um, being with you. And uh…I was wondering if…-if it’s okay… f I… uh…” He trailed off, cheeks burning red, because finally, finally, he was going to do it. Slowly, awkwardly, he leaned in, eyes flicking to yours for any sign that he shouldn’t go through with it. When yoy didn’t pull away, he swallowed and closed the distance, pressing his lips to yours in a tentative, stuttering kiss.

It was quick, unsure at first, but as soon as you stayed still, letting him take the lead, he exhaled shakily, the tension in his shoulders melting as he pulled away slightly.

Finney: “Sorry…I’ve just…wanted to do that for a long time.” he whispered, still resting his forehead against yours. “I…-I hope that’s okay.”