"I kinda figured that," Braylen said with soft amusement. Finn had been so adamently against it in the beginning. He kissed Finn's lower lip and let his fingers move, wrapping through the hem of his shirt and chasing it upwards, so he could tug it over his head.
"I always hoped you would." He'd been cocky about it in his surety that it would happen, but much of it had been hope.