Re: Abigail and Finn Collins
"Okay, you like the corny lines, is that it?" Not that he wouldn't mean them. But he did like the idea of making her laugh. "So I could say something like..." He put on a little bit of a pout, teasing of course, "I lost my number, can I have yours?"
Finn rubbed his hands up and down her back slowly. "Well, your assumption wouldn't have been wrong." A smile seemed perpetually tattooed on his lips, and had been since he'd met her. "I probably have more than I should." Though it was only with two girls, that wasn't something he wanted to tell her though, talking about exes seemed like a big nono. "I kinda started fooling around after I turned thirteen, but it's been a while." Since before he'd got to the island. His hand shifted upward, drawing them closer together, but just enough so that he could tug at her hair just a little. "But as much, as I want to let my appetite go," he snorted softly, "I don't want to pressure you just because I want to see you naked." He whispered.