He meant what he said; he had always wanted it to be her. He had waited for this, his first time, to be with her. The fact that she was his made him feel elated. She said she had wanted it to be him, and he had joked.
But never had there been any doubt in his mind that he wanted it to be her. Her green eyes burned into his soul like fire as they met his, and he captured her lips in one swift movement.
Clarke was not Raven. Her kisses were not sloppy or rushed. Clarke's mouth moved in sync with his, in a series of actions and reactions. Their body's fit perfectly together. She was the perfect height, her head resting in the crook of his neck as they slept.
As silly as it seemed, he did wish upon the falling star. He wished for Clarke to be by his side always, for nothing to get in their way.
Finn didn't get his wish. But when Clarke looked at him with longing, he knew that they would be together, that they were made for each other.
If Finn had to break the ties with everyone he'd ever met, he would for Clarke. As long as he had Clarke, he had everything he needed.
Everyone and everything else be damned.
Clarke was his, and he was hers.