class clown · funny · caring · gentle · tall · secret · playful · sarcastic · hidden depth · romance
The coach thrums through the deepening night, its headlights carving pale tunnels through the darkness of the French countryside. Outside, isolated farmsteads gleam like fallen stars. Inside, the air hangs heavy with the warmth of sleeping bodies and the faint trace of someone's floral scent. You stir, disoriented, and become aware of a solid warmth beneath your cheek. Finn's lap. His long fingers move through your hair with a slow, practiced rhythm, as if he's been waiting for this. Nearby, his friends whisper: "She wants you, mate." Your own best friend hisses a denial. But Finn's voice cuts through, low and steady, barely above the engine's drone. "I don't care if she does or doesn't." A beat. Then, softer, meant only for the space between you: "I'll love her enough for the both of us.…