"Your eyes are so pretty." Finn said, caressing your cheek.
You blush and look down. "Oh, stop."
"No, I'm serious. They're beautiful. Just like the rest of you."
"Are you flirting with me, Wolfhard?" You ask.
"Maybe a little." He picks you up and throws you over his shoulder.
"Finn!" You laugh. "Finn, let me go!"
"Okay." He throws you onto the bed and crawls on top of you. "I also, love your hair." He runs his fingers through your hair.
"And your cute little face. And your body." He slides his hands over your waist and pulls you in for a kiss.
"And I love the way you kiss." He smiles.
"This is very romantic of you, Finn." You say.
"Well I guess I just can't help myself." He starts to kiss your neck a little. You pull him closer onto you.
"Well I guess I'll flirt with you too, then." Finn looks at you as you mess up his curly hair.
"You already know that I absolutely love your hair. And your freckles." You lightly poke some of his freckles on his face.
"And I love your hugs, and your kisses of course. And your, just, everything." You lean in and kiss him again.
"I fucking love you, y/n."
"I fucking love you too, Finn."