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Sera’s heart fluttered at his words, and she felt the sting of tears behind her eyes—not from sadness, but from the overwhelming tenderness of it all. She curled into him a little more, her hand resting gently over his heart as if to steady the way it beat in sync with her own. |
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Finn smiled softly, rubbing her shoulder. After a few moments he turned to her again. "How are you feeling, sunshine?" he asked. He did genuinely want to know how she was, but he also wanted to know if he should go through with his plan on proposing tonight. |
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Sera leaned into his touch, letting out a quiet sigh as she rested her head on his shoulder for a moment before lifting it again to meet his gaze. Her eyes still held the remnants of exhaustion, but there was a flicker of warmth there too—soft, steady. “I’m okay,” she said gently, giving him a small smile. “A little shaky still, but better. It passed.” She reached over, brushing a bit of hair from his face, her thumb lingering against his cheek for a second longer than necessary. “Why?” she asked, voice still warm but curious. “Do you have something up your sleeve, Mr. Lemon Sorbet?” Her smile widened a bit, teasing but loving. Even now, she could tell he was thinking about something—something important. |
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Finn raised a brow. "Our date tonight?" he questioned. "I asked you this morning, remember?" |
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Sera blinked, then let out a soft laugh, a hand coming up to rub her forehead. “Oh—right,” she said sheepishly. “I remember now… I guess my brain’s just a little scrambled.” She looked at him again, her smile apologetic but tender. “I didn’t forget on purpose, I promise. Today’s just… been a lot.” Her fingers curled gently around his. “But I’d still love to continue. Just… maybe something low-key?” She tilted her head, eyes softening. |
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Finn nodded. "How bout picnic on the beach instead?" |
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Sera’s expression softened even more at the suggestion, a little warmth blooming in her chest. She gave his hand a small squeeze and nodded. “That sounds perfect,” she murmured, leaning her head gently on his shoulder. “Just you, me, the waves… I’d like that a lot.” |
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Finn smiled. "Yeah, that does sound perfect," he hummed, rubbing her shoulder. He'd stay with her for as long as she needed. |
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Sera let out a gentle sigh, her eyes fluttering closed as she leaned into his touch. The warmth of his hand on her shoulder, the calm in his voice—it all made the weight in her chest ease just a little. She lifted a hand and gently touched his cheek, her thumb brushing over the edge of a scar like it was the most natural thing in the world. “I’m really glad you’re here. I don’t say it enough.” |
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Her touching and bringing attention to his scars always made him uncomfortable, but not to the point were he was upset about it. Finn nodded. "Im glad I'm here too," he smiled. "Im so sorry I tried to leave you..." |
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