“If I actually had done anything to hurt Finn, I would have deserved that slap,” he teased, but he could barely contain how happy and hopeful he was.

What the hell did too fast or too slow mean to Gods anyway? They were what they were.

He laughed when Finn bit into the fruit, the dark red juice spilling down his chin.

He pressed a warm kiss to Rey’s cheek, then reached out and took the fruit, taking a bite himself.

“There. Settled, then.” He grinned and wiped the juice from his lips with the back of his hand.

“Though I still say that the faster I go to Zeus the easier it will be to convince him that’s why I kidnapped you.”