"Finn come on!"
I drag a reluctant, hilariously pale and sulky canadian to the beach.
"Y/N do we have to." He swung his arm over me pouting like a baby.
"Finn we're on holiday what else are we supposed to do?" I wail flapping my arms everywhere.
He chuckles at my exasperation.
"I don't know, cuddle, watch movies, eat."
I roll my eyes at his reply.
"Finn that's what we do all the time."
So I keep dragging him.
Our feet touched the water and immediately I squealed because someone was splashing me with water.
"Seriously."
I smack Finn's arm.
"Damn Y/N that hurt." He shoots me an evil glare.
"Well I'm sorry that you have low pain tolerance." I laugh.
It was beautiful. We sunbathed, listened to music and observed the foreign people around us making up stories of their lives.
Everything was perfect,
except one thing.
"Finn." I turn on my side facing him.
He looks at me sweetly.
"Yeah Y/N."
"There's always something I've wanted to do."
He furrows his eyebrows confused.
"And what is that?"
Seconds later we're in the pool.
"Ready?" He chuckles.
I nod.
We dunk our heads in the water and I see him opposite me. We swim towards each other and in no time our lips connect.
It felt strange but hot at the same time.
We moved in sync and his hands were in my hair but it wasn't long till we both needed to breathe.
We gasp for air and start laughing.
"That was..." I begin.
"Awesome." Finn finishes.
