It had been just over a week since Finn told Rae that he loved her and Rae was still in disbelief, totally in complete denial that the guy she had a massive crush on actually wanted her back. Even after a week of "figuring things out", and even after they'd kissed, there was something gnawing at her at the back of her head; something looming in the wake of this beautiful thing that had blossomed.

Rae rolled around her bed, doodling in her diary, flipping through old pages she'd scribbled on, when she stopped at the page she had really been looking for; the page that contained the events that occurred during the night of her mum's wedding. It was like a projector was turned on in front of her eyes, and she taken back to Finn writing on her back and moment's after when he lunged towards her, not being able to hold back any longer. He grabbed Rae's face, taking her into his embrace, as he finally kissed her and she kissed him back.

Rae remembered the kiss that she'd wanted for so long, running her fingers along her lips. She remembered what Finn's felt like on hers, beautiful contrasting themselves, rough but smooth, warm but cool. Finn had stopped kissing her for a moment, smiling against Rae's mouth.

"Dammit, Rae. You don't know how long I've been wantin' to do that."

Rae shut her diary, put it in her secret hiding place and headed down stairs to make some breakfast. Her mum was still away with Karim on their honeymoon so she had the house to herself for another week.

She sat at the table, eating oatmeal, tapping her foot to the beat of a song coming from the television that she couldn't make out. Rae was happy that she finally found some happiness, but she wasn't sure where this was taking her. Was it going to make her insecurities better or worse? What was Kester going to say when she told him about Finn? Was he going to say it was a bad idea? Rae hated not knowing, because she wanted this to work; she wanted to be with Finn and experience all the things she had written about in her diary.

The only problem was that every time she's think about her and Finn together, her insecurities her projected onto any happiness she might feel. It was like black sludge dripping onto every thought she had, tainting her image of their relationship. She was a prisoner to her thoughts and she didn't know how to escape. Ever after Finn had reassured her multiple times during the week, that he wanted to be with her and only her, that she was who he wanted and that he thought she was more beautiful than snow on a Christmas day; it still felt too good to be true, no matter how much reassurance she got.

Rae was so consumed by her thoughts that she didn't hear the doorbell ring until the person on the other side of the door was practically breaking it.

Rae rushed to the door swinging it open, "Oi!..." She cut herself off when she saw who had standing on her threshold.

"Oh, Finn." Her stomach fluttered when she said his name. "Sorry, I was uh washing dishes."

"It's fine, love. I was just messing with ya with the doorbell and all. Thought I'd pop by for a visit, yeah?" Finn said, a smile across his gorgeous face.

"Yeah, come on in." Rae said, smiling, forgetting everything she had just been thinking about.

He stepped in, stopping to give her a kiss on the cheek.

"So what you been up to? Having the place all to yourself must be nice, yeah?"

They made their way into the sitting area, settling done next to each other on the couch.

"Not much. Ya know, same old."

"Well, I suppose not everything is the same." Finn grabbed Rae's hand, tracing the letters L-O-V-E on the back of it.

Rae just stared into his beautiful eyes, bashfully. It's not that she didn't want to write it back, or say that she loved him out loud, she just couldn't. There was something that kept stopping her. Maybe embarrassment? Or maybe if she said it out loud, if she confirmed it, then the walls around her would open up and it would be revealed that she was on some television show and this was all a big joke. No, the truth was safe and sound inside her brain. And she sort of knew that Finn could tell she felt the same; he understood her.

"Did you want something to drink? I can put some tea on, yeah?" she asked, not sure what to say. She was afraid he'd start to get weirded out by her staring. But she couldn't help it. He was beautiful, positively drop dead handsome and even though she couldn't quite believe it, he was hers!

"Nah, it's fine Rae. I just wanna sit here and chat for a while." He had the slyest smirk on his face.

"Whadya mean?" Her suspicions rising. She wished kissing Finn were as easy as kissing Archie. But she didn't like Archie anymore and he was gay. And he didn't expect anything from her and she didn't expect anything from herself. They were just best mates. With Finn, she knew he didn't expect anything from her, but she expected the world out of herself. She wanted to be beautiful for him and say the right things and do the right things. Because he chose her for a reason, but how long was that reason going to be enough before he could see through his love blinded eyes and see her for the ugly, beached whale that she was.

"Rae, you're gonna have to start trusting me, yeah? I'm not gonna bite your bloody head off." Finn shifted in the couch, moving closer to Rae. "Do you trust me?" he asked, pushing a hair out of her face.

She nodded her head and placed her hand on his. Finn smiled his smile as his leaned into Rae, brushing her lips with his. He laughed a bit, feeling how nervous Rae was.

"Relax." He said, kissing the corner of her mouth, trailing the kiss down her chin.

This is how you expect to me relax? Rae thought. I'm gonna need a cold shower before we get through this.

Finn continued and slowly, Rae eased into what he was doing. He made his way back to her mouth and she tried something they hadn't done yet. She opened her mouth. Finn paused for a moment, as though surprised, but taking Rae's cue, he slipped his tongue into her mouth and vice versa. It was bumpy start, but Rae finally got the hang of it.

Finn pulled away from Rae, out of breath, and laughing. And she was laughing too. She was enjoying herself. In fact, she was more than enjoying herself. She was making out with the fittest guy in Lincolnshire, she was fucking ecstatic. For a brief moment in time, she let go of the thousands of insecurities she held on to and was taken over by her lust for Finn. She grabbed his shirt, brining him back to her and Finn followed, laying her against the armrest, his hand holding him up.

Rae arched her back into him and bent low into her, their bodies almost melding together. Suddenly, Rae started to feel something inside her chest, a panic, like this was starting to get too serious.

She pulled away from him, giggling a little. "Finn…"

He chuckled, "Yeah, I got a little carried away." He said, huskily.

Finn climbed off of Rae, pulling her along with him. He draped his arm over he shoulders, holding her close.

"I'm not gonna lie, that was bloody fantastic." Rae giggled.

Finn let out a laugh, "Yeah, it was. I didn't there I was going to stop for a moment there."

Rae looked up at him, smiling, with a brain full of things that consisted of what she wanted to do with Finn at the very moment.

But she simply said, "Me either."