It's the complete opposite. I want you to sweep me off my feet so that a guy I like will actually like me back"
Finn laughed. A very hearty one.
"You like a guy?" He teased, skimming his fingers through her.
"Am I not supposed to?" She asked as she raised her chin at him defiantly and shook his hands off her. "What do you think I am? Mother Theresa?"
Finn raised both hands in surrender "Sorry princess. My bad. It's just unsettling to think that you like someone. I'm impressed. So someone can bring Cleopatra Goldman down from her high castle?" He mocked and Cleo felt like hitting him hard.
"More like I want to bring someone up into my castle." She muttered.
"Let me guess?" He said his smirk deepening. "Ezra Sawyers?"
"You know him?"
