"Crimson Cheeks."

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"Why are you smiling?" he awkwardly giggled, making me widen my eyes from embarrassment. Finn and I went out for our first date in (your fave resto/fast food) and it somehow came genuine and cute. I've been captivated by his beauty every day. I couldn't stop staring at him and I don't even know if it's getting weird now.

"Wh-what? No, I wasn't." I looked down, blushing. We started giggling halfway through until he poked my cheek then whispered, "You're so cute when you're embarrassed."

"Finn!"

"What?" he laughed, "What's wrong?" he rose an eyebrow making me smile again. I grabbed a spoonful of ice cream and giggled along, also madly blushing.

"Stop making me weird and all."

"What do you mean?" he playfully wiggled his eyebrows, making me laugh once again.

"I hate you," I pouted.

"Oh, I know you love me," he grinned. I groaned and stick out a tongue like a toddler.

With that, I childishly ruffled his hair and scrunched up my face to poke his cheek.

"You look like a mop."

"(Y/n)..." he said in a raspy voice. Humming, I looked up like an innocent girl. He slowly settled my hand down then whispered, "Stop doing that or else-"

"Or else what?" I cocked an eyebrow.

"Or else you'll regret something later." he sternly responded, lowering his voice in a raspy whisper.

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