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Finn’s expression softened, though the tension in his posture didn’t ease entirely.
“Gabriel, did you think I made all those choices on a whim? That I’d just wake up one day and regret everything? You don’t get it, Gabriel. I don’t want to be anywhere you’re not,” Finn said.
His words hit me like a punch to the chest.
For a moment, I couldn’t find a response, the weight of his feelings crashing over me.
“I’m sorry,” I repeated, my voice raw. “I regret making you feel like I ever doubted that. I just… I never want to hold you back. You deserve more than what I can give you, Finn. But I swear I’ll do everything I can to be better. For you.”
Finn’s jaw tightened, and then he surged forward, his hands gripping the collar of my shirt as he kissed me.
It wasn’t soft or tentative; it was full of heat and frustration and longing.
I returned it without hesitation, pulling him closer, losing myself in the fire between us.
When he finally pulled back, his breathing was uneven, his cheeks flushed.
“You’re such an idiot,” he muttered, his lips quirking up in a wry smile.
“I know,” I agreed, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “But can you forgive me anyway?”
Finn rolled his eyes, but the faint smile stayed.
He turned, unlocked the door, and pushed it open. Grabbing my hand, he pulled me inside.
The room was small and bare, with a single bed, a worn armchair, and a flickering TV mounted to the wall.
Finn didn’t seem to care about the surroundings as he shut the door behind us.
“I hate fighting with you,” he admitted, his voice quieter now.
“I hate it, too,” I said, cupping his face in my hands.
Finn’s arms slid around my waist, holding me close.
For a moment, we just stood there, the tension from earlier melting away, replaced by a warmth that spread between us.
“Don’t ever suggest leaving again,” he murmured against my shoulder.
“I won’t,” I promised, pressing a kiss to his temple. “You’re stuck with me.”
“Good,” Finn said, pulling back just enough to look at me. His eyes were bright, his earlier anger gone. “Because I’m not going anywhere. No matter what happens.”
I kissed him again, softer this time, savoring the taste of his lips and the steady thrum of his heartbeat against mine.
Finn responded with equal passion.
When I pulled away, Finn was panting, his lips still swollen from the kiss.
He rested his forehead against mine, his breaths uneven and warm against my skin.
His hands settled firmly on my shoulders, gripping me like I might vanish if he let go.
There was an intensity in the way he touched me, a silent desperation that spoke louder than words.
It was as if he needed the reassurance, the solidness of me beneath his hands, to convince himself I was still here. That we were still us.
His fingers tightened slightly, not enough to hurt, but enough to ground both of us in the moment.
