With Finn, I no longer feel so lonely and out of place. I don’t feel like I have to be as loud as possible in order to be seen or respected. In his embrace, our bodies joined and our breaths mingled between kisses, I feel loved. “Freya,” Finn murmurs, lips brushing mine. He doesn’t say anything else, but he doesn’t have to. “I know,” I whisper thickly, tracing his jaw with my fingertips. I feel it, too.
