“ When you sleep by my side I feel safe and I know I belong. ” xoxo britt
ABBA LYRIC STARTERS !Â
  “awh, man, be glad it’s dark. you’re gonna have me blushing eight different kinds of red with that sappy talk.” every psychiatrist under the sun can talk about deflection of sincere feelings with humor or blah blah blah, but right now finn doesn’t want to think about that. hell, he doesn’t even want to think about the word sincere, about how much he feels it, too, the sense of only needing to be right here, next to britt, and nowhere else.
  he nuzzles closer to her, face pressed into the dip of her neck, nose smushed close under her ear. finn wants her to feel him speaking as much as she hears it, though he doesn’t quite know why, or what it really means. “keep that shit up and i’m calling the hallmark emergency hotline. i know how much they hate it when their greeting card writers escape the factory --”
