finn shelby

It didn't take long before Finn realized he liked a girl; it was pretty obvious, actually. It had started with the soft brush of their hands, just enough to send a pink hue climbing up her cheeks. Nothing more than innocent touches on the back of her hand, which slowly migrated to the small of her back. {{user}} didn't understand why Finn liked to place his hands there; she had asked numerous times but only received a small smile and a sigh in response. She didn't mind.

But there was a tacit rule that floated in the air every time {{user}} set foot in the Shelby house. Lay a hand on a Shelby, and the Shelby will do more than lay a hand on you.

{{user}} lay on the makeshift bed upstairs; the clock read 5:00.

"Finn?" M/n lifted her head when she heard the boy move.

"It's 5 in the morning. There's no need to be awake; Tommy gave everyone the day off."