Finn stares down at me for a long moment, so still I don’t think he’s breathing. Then he fiddles with his glasses, pushing them up his nose. “Would you sleep in my bed tonight?” There’s something so vulnerable in the way he says it. A piece of my heart chips away. “Okay,” I tell him. “All night this time?” Another chip. I stand, comb my fingers through his hair. His eyelids drop, in the way a cat might sink into an embrace. “All night this time.”
oh my God stop he's literally the sweetest
