Re: Abigail and Finn Collins
Abigail grinned. "That's a good one. I would give you my phone number, even I didn't know you already had my name in your phone." She danced quietly with him for a few moments and then asked. "Do you have a band-aid?" She waited a for a few seconds, before adding. "Because I scraped my knee when I fell for you."
His hands were moving on her back again, making Abigail's smile grow. She was glad she'd been right, but she was wondering about things. Thirteen seemed young, but than again, she had been very sheltered at that age. The closest she'd come to satisfying an appetite back then would have been practicing kissing on her mirror. She also wondered if 'a while' meant that he wasn't doing anything with the female roommate he'd told her about. She didn't dare ask. Exclusivity on a barely third date seemed like too much of an assumption. She met his eyes again and smiled. The promise that she wouldn't have to feel pressured was a relief. "You're a good man, Finn. A very good man."