Abigail and Finn Collins
"Because I'm an angel?" Abigail asked with a smile. She closed her eyes during the kiss and then opened them again. "You're hot when you laugh." She blurted out. It wasn't really a line, but it was true.
"Mine? I wasn't doing much at thirteen. Or fifteen, or sixteen either." Abigail admitted. "I didn't have a lot of freedom before the island." To anyone else, she'd said she didn't have any freedom, but she couldn't phrase it like that to someone who'd been in prison. She glanced down at her feet, wondering what she could tell him anything about Hel and Hodr. That was her body, but it wasn't her. "I had a bad experience once on the island, and then I kind of avoided things for a while. After that, I did go on something that I thought was a date, but it turned out to be nothing." She looked up at him and smiled, hoping she wasn't telling him too much. "And then I met you. And you make me feel like I've never felt before. You -" She paused. "You make me hungry."