you loved everything about finney blake. but if you had to pick a favourite it would be his curls.
the way they felt soft to the touch as you stroked his hair. how he pressed closer to you, eyes peacefully closed.
you both laid in a blissful silence in his bed, finney's face buried in the crook of your shoulder as you held him close.
he had his arms around you, loving how safe he felt when you caressed his hair. like there was no one else left in the world but you and him.
he would stay like that with you forever if he could.
"you like when i do this huh, finney?" you whispered softly into his ear, almost chuckling as you tangled your fingers within his brown curls.
"mhm," he mumbled lazily, a blush creeping up his cheeks.
you stopped moving your hand to see his reaction. he whined in protest and you laughed softly.
"please keep going," finney murmured, flushing with heat as he realised how clingy he sounded. but he didn't care.
"okay, okay," you relented, fingers finding their way to his hair, smoothing it over softly.
within minutes he began to snore lightly, tucked closely next to you.
yeah. this definitely was your favourite.
