Fixing my lip gloss in my car mirror, I double checked my make up before sliding my glasses over my eyes. I was parked outside Finn's complex and the rain was coming down hard, making me not want to get out. With the gloomy skies, I had decided against getting all dressed up for Finn and dressed comfortably. Looking down at my shirt, I was going to button up the last few buttons of my shirt but opting out of it, letting my bralette show a tad. My hair was in a messy bun as I reached in my back seat grabbing my bag and umbrella. Finn had texted me this morning his address, getting my number from Sami, so I quickly sent him a text.

I'm here.-S

Come on in, the door's unlocked.-F

Blowing out a large breath, I quickly exited the car, using the umbrella to protect me from the rain. Once I was safe inside, I shook off the raindrops from the umbrella and decided to leave it in the lobby next to the others. As I walked the halls looking for his door, I found my nerves working into over drive. This was the first time Finn and I were hanging out, just the two of us, and needless to say I was beyond afraid of screwing up.

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Sighing as I came face to face with the door, I pushed the strands of hair out of my face before gently knocking on the door, letting myself in.

"Hello?" I called out closing the door behind me.

I was hit with the aroma of men; the good kind. Finn's apartment was nice and tidy and smelled just like him. Noticing he had a pile of shoes next to the door, I slipped out of mine, placing them nicely next to his.

"Hi," Finn breathed coming out of what I assumed was his bedroom, smile clear on his face; a smile that lit up the entire apartment.

"Hey," I smiled back.

We both stood there, staring at each other, and I felt myself becoming self conscious the longer the silence went on. "Everything alright?"

Finn nodded. "I just never seen ya like this before. It's nice."

Blushing, I adjusted the strap of my bag on my shoulder. "Your place is nice."

"I can give ya tour if you'd like." He motioned with a thumb over his shoulder.

Nodding, I followed behind him. "Obviously this is the living room and kitchen. You can set your bag on the table."

Doing as I was told, my eyes scanned a pile of fan art spread across the table. "Fan's gave you these?" I asked holding one up.

"Ya it's pretty cool. Gives me ideas." He smiled.

Placing the picture down in its former spot, my eyes glanced up to a shelf on the wall in the living room and felt a giggle escape my throat. "No laughing," Finn warned.

"Hey, I'm not judging you. I think it's cute," I smiled at him before looking back at one of the many Lego creations that cluttered his home. "How long have you been doing this?"

"Since I was a kid." He leaned against the doorway. "C'm here." He motioned behind him and I followed him down the hallway. "Bathroom is there in case ya need it," he pointed to a closed door on the left.

He stopped in front of another closed door and turned to face me, his lips meters from mine. Catching my breath in my throat, I looked into his bright green eyes. "Excuse the mess."

Smiling, I followed him into what I guess what his bedroom and had to laugh. There wasn't a speck of a mess anywhere. "You and me have different definitions of mess," I joked .

I looked around his bedroom, taking in the many giveaways of the type of man he is. He had an assortment of family pictures littering his dresser, more Lego's were scattered throughout, a king sized bed in the middle of the bedroom, and something in the corner on a nightstand caught my eye. It was a sketch book and I found myself wanting to see his artwork but decided against it. My eyes glanced back over to his bed before looking back at Finn.

He was watching me, intently, with that same gaze that froze me in place. He broke the eye contact only for a moment to look over towards his bed then landed back on me. Immediately understanding what he was saying with his eyes, I went to go sit on his bed but ringing from the living room broke us free from the trance.

"That's my mums ringtone." Finn breathed a laugh.

Smiling, I lead the way out of his bedroom and made our way back into the living room. I sat down on the couch while he picked up his phone. "It'll only be a few minutes." He gave me an apologetic look.

I waved him off, understanding. "Take your time."

Watching him walk back into his bedroom, I cuddled into the couch and looked around his apartment trying to compose myself. How could one guy have this type of hold on me? There was something in his eyes that made me go mindless, ready to comply any order he gave which honestly scared the living hell out of me.

"Sorry about that. She always calls at the worst time." Finn laughed, sitting down on his couch a few spots away from me.

I smiled at the relationship between Finn and his mom, suddenly wishing I had that with my parents. "You don't need to apologize. I bet you don't talk to them much."

"Try to once a week. Do ya talk to yar parents often?" He pulled his knees up to his chest and I found myself loving the way he sat.

"Uh, no actually. They weren't really fond of my life choices so they cut me off." I started playing with my fingers, one of my nervous quirks.

"Shit, sorry." Finn apologized when he realized how this conversation effected me.

Waving him off, I put on a fake smile. "It's fine. I'm over it."

But he saw right past the fake smile and decided not to press into it more. "Are you hungry at all? Thirsty?"

"I'm fine. Did you want to look over some of my drawings?" I asked biting my lip.

Without even thinking twice, Finn nodded. My eyes watched as he leaned over the couch and grabbed my bag handing it to me. Fishing out my sketchbook, I placed it in Finn's lap. "I haven't shown anyone this, not even Sasha."

Finn stayed silent as he slowly flipped through the pages, looking over the drawings intently. It went on for a few minutes, us sitting in comfortable silence, while Finn decided on what design he should get painted on him for Take Over next week.

"I like this one," he finally spoke showing me a recent drawing I did of The Eye Of Balor.

"I've drawn that so many times." I giggled watching Finn place my sketchbook on his coffee table.

"Well, it's a good thing I like it." He smiled.

Sighing, my eyes glance around the room before falling back on Finn. "What?"

The same exact stare from earlier reappeared on his face as he licked his lips, ever so slowly, and kneel on the couch which caused me to lay on my back as he towered over me. Feeling his hot breath on my face, I tangled my legs with his and let my veins fill with ice as I laid there frozen.

"Mo Chuisle," he breathed against the crook of my neck.

Bumps rose to my skin as I laid my hands at my side, unsure what to do with them. The words sounded beautiful coming from his Irish lips. I gasped when I felt those lips against the skin of my exposed tattoo. He kissed each and every one of the letters while one of his hand rested on my leg.

"Finn," I breathed loving the way his lips felt.

"Hmm," he responded after he kissed the u.

I tried to talk but I felt myself becoming vulnerable the longer I let him kiss me; not in the bad way. I wanted this more than anything, hell even more than becoming women's champ, but I wasn't ready for it just yet. And what scared me was that I couldn't find my voice to tell him.

"Finn," I spoke again, this time a little more strong.

"What is it?" Finn left my chest reluctantly and looked me in the eyes.

Licking my lips, I spoke slowly, my words shaking. "I'll take that water now."