Finn felt something inside him break, some barrier that had been stopping him from sharing hisrealfeelings give way.
“I meant it when I said I really like you,” he responded, heading back to the bed. “I’m okay with everyone knowing, too.”
“Really?” Nolan asked, as though Finn had just revealed something new and surprising.
Which he supposed hehad. He’d been so busy worrying about this that he hadn’t really considered that Nolan might be worrying, too.
“Really,” he said, reaching out to cover Nolan’s hand with his own, squeezing his fingers lightly. “Just… so we’re clear, I’m really glad I met you and I’d like to see where this is going. And uh. While I’m being super honest, I don’t have anywhere to be for the weekend and I’m not sure what your schedule looks like…”
“Totally open until Monday,” Nolan said in a rush.
“That’s what I was hoping you’d say,” Finn murmured, lifting Nolan’s hand to his lips and pressing a kiss to his knuckles. “Because I could go for sticking around for a while longer. If you’re interested.”
Nolan’s blush only got darker, but a tiny smile spread across his lips. “I, uh. I think I could go for that.”
“Good,” Finn kissed his hand again, squeezed it, and then put it down. “So, how do you like your eggs?”
Nolan blinked at him. “You’re planning oncookingfor me?”
Finn shrugged. “I didn’t get to eat last night, so I’m planning on cooking formeand I figure you could eat right about now, too.”
“I uh. Usually poach them in the microwave. I have one of those… poaching things.”
Finn wrinkled his nose. “One thing I know is eggs. I’ll poach them the right way for you and then you’llhaveto keep me around,” he said, getting off the bed and retrieving his underwear from the floor.
“I wasn’t about to kick you out or anything.” Nolan shrugged. “Bread’s in the freezer.”
Finn grinned broadly. “My kinda guy,” he said, padding toward the kitchen with his heart soaring.
