lane kingâ:
who: @finnhamiltonâ
where: beach-side cabana
the cold, sweet juice of the plump strawberry lane had just popped into her mouth had burst, a sheepish grin unfurling on her face in glee. the duo had been lounging in the cabana on the beach for quite some time, having a few food items brought to their side - primarily to laneâs behest. âthe fruit here is so much sweeter than it is back in new york,â the blonde cooed, plopping another berry into her mouth before tossing one towards finn. the day had been spent sunbathing, lane fully embracing the animalistic wonder of laying out in the warmth of the sun. âhey, iâve got an idea. truth or dare?â
   Finn wasnât exactly comfortable with the whole Ibiza trip. Mostly because he couldnât take his shirt off without people staring at his scars. So he was sitting there, sweating through his black shirt whenever he didnât manage to get a seat in the shadow. Right now he did though, while munching on some fruit she had ordered for them. âYeah, it tastes much better.â He caught the berry she threw at him, a grin on his lips as he ate it. âIs that your idea? Truth or dare? Are we sixteen again?â He shook his head a little, still grinning. âDare.â













