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FINNEY AND CHERRY EMBRACED EACH OTHER LIKE THEY NEVER HAD!
It seemed as though he couldn't believe that she was safe because he continued to mutter the affirmation like it was all that was keeping her tied to her existence.
"You're okay," He said, like he couldn't believe it, "You're fine."
He pulled away from her, keeping his hands on her shoulders, scanning her all over for any sign of injury.
He could feel the blood pumping through his heart, the adrenaline coursing inside of him. "You're-" He began, but cut himself off by pressing his lips against hers.
The action was so sudden it caught Cherry off guard. Slowly, she brought one of her hands up to cup his hand on her face.
It seemed as though Finney was trying to pull her as close as he could, despite there being barely any space between them.
That must've been what heaven felt like.
He didn't want to do anything except kiss her. It was too surreal. All he could focus on was her. His brain felt like mush. He wanted more and the kiss hadn't even ended yet.
He felt like an addict. He needed to have more of her.
His fingers trembled slightly against her cheek. It was as if he was trying to memorize her face by touch alone.
The need for air eventually pushed them apart. His heart felt like it was going to burst from his chest.
"That was good. That was great." Finney spoke, trying to get his brain to work again. "Sorry. I don't know why I did that."
"It was nice." Cherry managed as she prayed that her breathing would go back to normal.
Finney was internally scolding himself for coming on so strong. The scent of her perfume was much stronger than his willpower.
Cherry was trying to not count down the seconds until he grew tired of her.
He loved her so hard that it had begun to eat at her soul. It would tear away the meat from her heart, and claw its way out of her skin. It would haunt them in a way that left her tossing and turning.
Finney waited for her to flinch at his touch so he could wonder what was wrong with him. Somebody needed to be blamed and he was willing.
His entire soul belonged to her. He was so in love with her that he physically couldn't stand it. He couldn't take her touch, it burnt his skin.
It was ingrained in him like a scar. His love was suffocating.
