"Yes," Finnick said slowly. "I was wondering if you were serious when you said you would tell me if you needed anything."
He noticed that I kept avoiding his gaze, and his expression darkened slightly.
Using his index finger, he lifted my chin and forced me to look into his eyes.
"Vivian," he said quietly, "I want you to treat me like I'm truly your husband."
Treat him like my husband?
I stared into his deep eyes, feeling strangely lost.
"Alright," I murmured after a moment.
I quickly lowered my gaze again.
"I promise I'll tell you if I need anything next time. I swear."
The corner of Finnick's lips lifted slightly.
"Good girl."
He released my chin, turned around, and began walking away.
Just as he reached the door, I suddenly called out.
"Finnick!"
He paused and turned back.
Seeing my flushed face, I spoke awkwardly.
"Thank you."
It was just a simple thank you, yet for some reason Finnick's smile widened.
"You're welcome."
