"No, no, no. No one else. I wanted tonight to be... just us. You know?" Dammit, he was still having trouble getting through to him and he knew it.

Finn bit his lip with the ease that Poe was undressing in front of him, just totally unaware and innocent. He had to look away, face on fire.

"I can help." He had to stop and clear his throat, pulling his shirt off to compose himself. "I mean, I asked you. I should be the one cooking for you, anyway." Finn had actually taken rather well to cooking lately, but he obviously didn't know this dish. "That sounds nice, though. It'd be special."