I think we’re the ones who gave him the nickname.
One look into your laughing eyes and I knew. All you wanted to do was have fun and you didn’t care what fell by the wayside.She couldn’t do this. She’d thought she was doing the right thing by helping Finn find some fun and adventure in his life but now she knew she wasn’t. Worse, she felt too fragile, way too close to a complete meltdown to be here. And yet at the same time, she was drawn, so terribly, achingly drawn to the strength in Finn’s gaze, the warmth in his eyes. She knew if he so much as touched her right now, she’d lose the tenuous grip she had on her emotions.
It was the only clear thought in her head as she whirled to do just that but Finn’s warm, strong arms slid around her, turning her to face him.He’d caught her.I’m all wet, she whispered inanely.
His eyes never left her face. I see that.I’m— A mess, she nearly said but the ball of emotion blocked her throat, preventing her from talking. Horrified to feel her eyes well up, she shook her head and tried to pull free.
Pru, he said softly, his hand at the nape of her neck, threading through her drenched hair. There were tangles in it but he was apparently undeterred by the rat’s nest. Pulling her in slowly but inexorably, his lips brushed her forehead. She could feel his mouth at her hairline as he whispered soothing words she couldn’t quite make out.
She melted against him. No other words for it really. He was real. He was solid and whole. He was everything she wanted and couldn’t have, no matter how badly she ached for him. She’d already wandered way off the track she’d set for herself, a fact that was now coming back to bite her hard because . . .You sound like a mom.
Just don’t call me grandpa. He got up to go, but she caught his hand.Hey, she said. You went over and above last night. You didn’t have to do that.
It was hard to hold his gaze. Thanks for taking care of me.
He just looked at her for a long beat. Anytime.