"This probably is going to ruin everything, but I am in love with you."
Fin blinks, frozen for a moment as reality hits him. And then it slams back and heâs lost for words. Fingers dance over a tattooâd covered forearm as he tries to rationalize. Heâs spent countless nights watching over the Gilbert household, making sure sheâs kept safe from the list of dangers Elena seems to find herself in.
This isnât bad, but it doesnât seem good either. It isnât bad news, and while his gut is twisting into knots and churning from anxiety, it doesnât seem to be the same kind that heâs filled with went worried over the girl. This is something different, but just as terrifying to him.
âThat doesnât ruin anything,â His voice is soft, a soothing calm over the thick air between them. âThatâs...Itâs good.â Internally Fin slaps himself. Heâs never been all that great with words, being that he tended to stay quiet most times, but this was taking the cake as worst possible way to share his feelings.Â
Eventually a smile breaks through, followed by a short breath of a laugh, and those dark brown eyes light up with a new life. âYou sure about that though? I mean, you havenât hit your head too hard or anything right?â













