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Finn’s hand on the wall

The look of ecstasy on his face

The corded muscles of his neck

The tension in his forearm

The look on his face when he opened his eyes and saw me

I clenched ernails into my palms Goddammit Why did it have to be Finn? Why did he have to pick that room, of all rooms?

If he and the other three Princes had been dicks toto piss theine the torture I’d be in for now that I’d walked in on Finn getting blown by soirl

I’d changed into my leotard in the locker roos broke out in goosebuthem to calm myself down

A little while later, I heard the door open down the hall, and I craned irl—a senior whose na her clothes and hair

I pulled my head back quickly, and my eyes fell shut with relief as she walked away in the other direction A few seconds later, the door opened again I heldfor Finn to follow her

Then so ht brown eyes narrowed

“If you’re smart, you’ll keep your ive you too much credit”

I blinked and nodded I was probably six inches shorter than hi hiround ht back unco ain

“I wasn’t planning on saying anything about it,” I said quietly “Why aren’t you in gym with everyone else?”

Finn laughed and pushed his fingers through golden blond hair “Are you kidding me? I work my ass off at football practice Have you seen me on that field? Coach pushes aym class too”