Maya

　　I'm nervous about inviting Finn inside of my apartment. I'm fumbling for the keys while he is behind me, taking in the walls.

　　"This place is nice," Finn comments and whistles. I'm having trouble not jumping into his arms—he looks so inviting when I glance over my shoulder, especially with the dimples in his cheek. "Are you rich, Maya?"

　　The admiring glint in his eye makes me blush. I'm bad with receiving compliments, especially when they come ...