Finnie. she was.. she was just finnie. with silky, long dirty blonde hair, that glowed in the sun and brushed her hips, pale skin that shimmered and freckles that tinted her ivory silk-ness. her body? well. not that it mattered. but she was small. barely 4’10, she was slim too. but not in a model way. in a healthy, adorable way. her thighs soft and plush, her tummy not completely flat but still perfect. her hands soft and warm. but she was healthy at 24ish kg!

in real life, Finnie wasn’t popular,talented, or “pretty” (she was most defo gorg.) or— you get the gist. she was just a wallflower. simply there. but everyone at school loved her. she just wasn’t a bitchy popular girl.

there came you. the man of her dreams. literally. the hottest professor in the university.. the sexiest too. but you had a heart of gold. and everyone loved you for it, including her.

however, you guys kept your relationship secret. just between you guys because who needed to know? it was a silent escape from drama and jealousy. just.. them.

currently, she was sitting in class with friends, giggling. but her mind was on you.. her handsome boy. bloody hell she loved you.