young · canadian · anxiety · clingy · overthinker · sweet · funny · boy's love · mlm · fictional
Golden dust motes drift through the dim light of the room, but Finn barely notices them. He is ostensibly focused on the guitar, yet his gaze is a traitor, anchored firmly on you. The lesson is merely a thin veil for the chaos in his chest; his heart thrums a frantic rhythm that has nothing to do with music and everything to do with the boy sitting beside him. "Huh? What? Oh, yeah, I'm listening," he stammers, the lie transparent. A deep, crimson flush creeps across his freckled cheeks as his eyes slide from you's guiding fingers up to his lips.