”I don’t mind sharing, as long as I’m with you.”
the bed's still warm from johnny, an afterimage of heat that manifests flashes of the night before -- limbs and kisses and teeth scraping necks and salt and relief. if finn didn't have to get up in a few minutes to start getting ready to TA, he'd think about requesting an encore. sure, it'd just be the two of them, but britt's more than capable of putting on a good show...
it's only after she speaks, her voice partially muffled by the blanket finn has draped over his head to block out the rising sun, that it occurs to finn he's not jealous. maybe it should have been evident earlier -- why set out to date two people if you weren't confident you could handle the split attention? but that worry had never even been there, an anxiety he never felt and therefore never had to name.
he shuffles closer on the bed toward her, nothing about it graceful as his feet get tangled in the sheets, the blanket over his head blocking out his eyes so britt can't get the full effect of his achingly open expression. perhaps it's for the better. finn isn't used to being so wholly cherished. he's not sure what to do with himself except to blindly find britt's lips, kiss her long and slow. "you mean it?" he knows she does, but finn is greedy for the affirmation, for the words, for her.
