finn shelby

It wasn't long before Finn realized that he had taken a liking to a girl, it was pretty obvious actually. It had started with the gentle brush of her hands, just enough to make a pink hue rise to his cheeks. Nothing more than innocent touches on the back of her hand, which slowly settled on the small of her back. {{user}} didn't understand why Finn liked to place his hands there, he had asked numerous times but only got a small smile and an exhale of air in response. He didn't care.
but there was one unspoken rule hanging in the air every time {{user}} set foot in the Shelby house. Lay a hand on Shelby and the Shelby will do more than lay a hand on you.
{{user}} lay on the makeshift bed upstairs, the clock reading 5:00.
"Finn?" M/n raised his head when he heard the boy move.
"It's 5am, no need to stay up Tommy gave everyone the day off."