~the undead Diaries~ (re-editing!!)

kiss

As the first rays of morning light seeped through the curtains, I stirred awake, still nestled in Finn's bed. The warmth of the blankets enveloped me, but I quickly noticed that I was alone.

Slowly pulling myself up to a sitting position, I took a moment to gather my thoughts, my gaze sweeping the room. 

The gentle sound of water cascading in the shower filled the air, but I didn't think much of it at the time. 

With a mix of curiosity and a hint of nervousness, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up. Each step toward the bathroom was deliberate as I approached the door, an inexplicable hesitation washing over me. Finally, I rapped my knuckles softly against the wood. 

I immediately heard the shuffling of movement from within, and the door swung open. They're stood Finn, a vision in the doorway, clad in nothing but a white towel cinched low around his waist. 

Drops of water clung to his skin, glistening in the morning light and accentuating the sculpted muscles of his chest.

 His abs were impressively defined, each one a testament to his athleticism, and he towered over me, making me feel small and almost overwhelmed in his presence.

I couldn't help but stare; my breath momentarily caught in my throat as I took in the sight before me.

The way the water trickled down his toned physique was undeniably captivating, and I felt a rush of heat flood my cheeks. Something was thrilling about the entire moment; I had to admit, it was incredibly attractive.

Finn caught my gaze and chuckled, a playful smile breaking across his face. "Like what you see, huh?" he teased, a glimmer of mischief dancing in his eyes.

I lifted my gaze to meet his eyes, and my heart skipped a beat at the sight of his radiant smile—it was effortlessly charming. 

The warmth of his low, sultry laugh sent a delightful shiver down my spine. "No, I just woke up recently and wanted to see what was happening," 

I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper as I cast my eyes downwards, feeling a wave of shyness wash over me. I could sense his intense gaze fixed on me, a feeling both exhilarating and nerve-wracking, yet the words seemed stuck in my throat. He responded with another low chuckle, a sound that felt intimate and inviting

"Just give me a moment to wash my hair, and then I'll be right out, okay?" he said, flashing a playful grin that crinkled the corners of his eyes. 

I nodded, feeling a mix of anticipation and curiosity as he gently closed the door behind him. Turning towards the mirror in the softly lit room, I was taken aback by my reflection. The sunlight filtering through the window highlighted the tousled strands of my hair, and the big blush on my cheeks added warmth to my complexion.

With a slight panic, I rubbed my hands over my cheeks in an attempt to quell the redness. After a moment of persistent pressure, the color slowly faded, restoring my complexion to its usual, more even tone.

I inhaled deeply, my heart racing, and turned my gaze toward the door. There he was—Finn—standing there, radiating an undeniable charm that made my breath hitch. 

No, I couldn't possibly be feeling this way about him. I quickly reminded myself to shake off these thoughts.

As I fell into a trance, my eyes traveled slowly down his figure, taking in his tousled hair that gleamed with a hint of sunlight, and the way his fitted shirt hugged his athletic build, accentuating the muscles in his arms. 

I couldn't help but let my gaze follow the line of his jaw, sharply defined and undeniably attractive, before finally meeting his captivating eyes.

They were warm and inviting, framed by thick lashes, and he wore a faint, loving smile that lit up his entire face. I felt a wave of warmth wash over me, and without fully thinking it through, I blurted out a comment, hoping to break the thick tension that hung in the air.

"Hello," I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper, tinged with a hint of nervousness. 

He let out a low chuckle, a sound that seemed to vibrate in the charged air between us. He stepped forward, closing the distance until we were mere inches apart.

I could feel the warmth of his breath brushing against my skin, invigorating and electrifying, making my heart race. His eyes held a playful glint, and in that moment, everything else faded away, leaving just the two of us in a bubble of anticipation.

I found myself lost in the depths of his striking blue eyes; our gaze locked for what felt like an eternity—perhaps two minutes—before he broke the silence. "Have I ever told you that you're pretty?"

he murmured softly, and his voice sent a shiver down my spine. My heart raced as my eyes widened in surprise; I was utterly speechless. 

Just a day ago, he had expressed nothing but disdain for me, and now he was standing there, offering a compliment that felt both foreign and exhilarating.

Unsure of how to respond, I instinctively lowered my gaze to his lips, captivated by their shape and the warmth of the moment. 

Suddenly, his finger brushed against my chin, gently guiding my face back up to meet his gaze. There was an intensity in his eyes that made my heart flutter—a mix of vulnerability and intensity. 

He glanced momentarily at my lips, and then back to my eyes, as if weighing his next words. He exhaled deeply, a sigh filled with unspoken emotions, before he finally spoke again, the air between us thick with anticipation.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked, his gaze flickering between my lips and my eyes, a mixture of anticipation and nervousness in his expression. I was taken aback, my heart racing in surprise at his boldness. 

After a moment of stunned silence, I found myself silently nodding yes, a flutter of excitement coursing through me.

As he gently cupped my chin in his hand, I could feel the warmth radiating from his palm. He leaned in slowly, and I instinctively wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, pulling him closer. 

When our lips finally met, it felt electrifying, as if a spark had ignited deep within me.

My stomach swirled with a thrilling mix of butterflies and sheer exhilaration, making me feel as though I was floating softly on a cloud, utterly lost in the moment.

I tightened my embrace, wrapping my arms securely around his broad shoulders as he let his hands rest gently on my waist. 

With a gentle tug, he began to guide me toward the wall, the cool surface looming closer as I felt an exhilarating mixture of anticipation and warmth. When my back met the wall with a soft thud, we pulled apart just enough to catch our breath, our foreheads nearly touching. 

As I glanced up, my gaze locked onto his, and I was captivated by the warmth in his expressive eyes.

 A faint yet unmistakable smile curled at the corners of his lips, its subtlety only heightening the electric connection between us.