Finn tried to gasp for air in that second Poe allowed, but he was so awestruck by the look he was getting, the suffocation of feelings right beneath his skin. Poe looked beautiful, more so than he ever had before likely because he was just so happy.

And then they were kissing again. His hand braced against the window, leaning into Poe to feel him as one searing line straight down his body. His mind was blank, heartbeats racing. They were made for each other... So cliché to even think but true. Finn's other hand moved beneath Poe's shirt, seeking warm skin and perhaps to feel that other heartbeat elsewhere.

He was obsessed with it.