Marvel : I'm in Westview Town

After returning to the hotel, it was already past twelve-thirty in the afternoon.

The two had a quick meal at the restaurant downstairs before heading back to their room.

"This is all your fault. I'm sweating all over."

Wanda shrugged off her windbreaker, revealing the damp clothes clinging to her skin underneath. The fabric, soaked through with sweat, stuck to her, making her feel uncomfortable.

Finn swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on her.

Her outfit was thin to begin with, but now, wet and molded to her body, it perfectly outlined her mature and alluring figure. After being under the sun for so long, her usually pale skin had a soft, rosy flush.

Combined with those clear, striking eyes, she looked both innocent and dangerously tempting.

Finn cleared his throat, forcing his gaze upward. "Well, what do you want me to do about it? How about I wash it for you?"

His voice came out rougher than intended, but he didn't look away.

Wanda rolled her eyes, catching the heat in his stare.

"Go away."

Still, she had to admit—since being around this man for the past two days, his thoughts had become more and more difficult to ignore.

She didn't even want to imagine what he might be like in the future.

Finn wasn't disappointed, though. There would be plenty of opportunities ahead.

But even if he was trying to play it cool, the moment he heard the sound of running water from the bathroom, his mind wandered.

The faint steam that seeped out made the air feel heavier.

When the door finally opened, Wanda stepped out, wrapped in a silk pajama set.

Her skin still glowed from the heat of the shower, and her damp hair clung to her shoulders.

As soon as she stepped into the room, she was met with Finn's burning gaze.

Feeling the intensity of his stare, she instinctively pulled her pajama top tighter around herself.

"Aren't you going to shower?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "We can watch a movie together after you're done."

Finn blinked, snapping out of it.

"Uh… yeah." He grabbed a fresh set of clothes and practically rushed toward the bathroom, mumbling something under his breath.

Watching him disappear, Wanda shook her head in amusement.

"Weird guy," she muttered.

She truly didn't understand what was going on with him. He'd been acting strange ever since they left earlier.

But then again, Wanda had never been particularly attuned to things like this.

She had spent most of her life in warzones, her only experiences with romance being the stories she read or the fleeting glimpses of couples in sitcoms.

She didn't fully grasp just how much of an effect she had on him.

Finn, on the other hand, was doing his best to maintain his self-control.

By the time he stepped out of the shower, more than half an hour had passed.

Wanda, now comfortably lying on the bed, looked up in confusion. "Why did you take so long? I thought only women took forever to shower."

Finn sighed, rubbing the towel through his damp hair. "This time, it's your fault. You'll have to make it up to me tonight."

Wanda tilted her head, puzzled. "What?"

She truly had no idea what she had done.

But she was used to Finn's weird antics, so she simply patted the empty space beside her. "Hurry up, we haven't watched a movie together yet."

Finn let out a small chuckle and slid onto the bed beside her.

"What movie did you pick? Titanic?"

Wanda nodded. "I heard it's a good one for couples to watch together."

Finn raised an eyebrow. "Haven't you seen it with anyone else before?"

"No." She shook her head, her fingers absentmindedly playing with the hem of her sleeve. "I grew up in a war-torn country, and then I had to flee to the U.S. at a young age. I didn't have time for things like movies."

She hesitated before continuing, her voice softer. "The only people I ever watched anything with were my brother and father. You're the first man outside of my family."

Finn stilled.

She had said it so casually, but to him, it meant something.

In a world where people often treated 'firsts' as insignificant, the fact that even something as simple as watching a movie together could hold meaning for Wanda struck him deeply.

"Witch," he murmured, reaching for her hand. "It's my honor."

They settled in, the movie playing quietly in the background. But while Wanda was completely absorbed in the story, Finn found his attention drifting elsewhere.

Specifically—to her legs.

He had already seen her long, slender legs before, but now, lying comfortably on the bed with the white sheets contrasting her smooth skin, they looked even more tempting.

Especially the way her bare feet peeked out from under the blanket.

They were small, delicate, and soft-looking, with toes that curled slightly in relaxation.

Finn swallowed hard.

If she ever wore black stockings or knee-high socks—

His train of thought was abruptly interrupted by Wanda's voice.

"Does it look good?"

His head shot up.

"Ah—" He coughed, caught red-handed. "Not bad."

Wanda blinked at him, then glanced down. She immediately noticed where his gaze had been lingering.

For a moment, she was at a loss.

Then, slowly, she pulled her feet back under the blanket.

"Finn," she said hesitantly, "do you… like my feet?"

He winced. "Uh—well—"

"I mean, I don't get it," she admitted, frowning slightly. "Why do men like legs,ass and feet so much? You can't even use them to have children…"

Finn nearly choked on air.

Then, suddenly, his expression shifted. His eyes gleamed with mischief, and he leaned in slightly.

"Oh, but they are very useful," he said, voice lower than before.

Wanda blinked, confused. "Huh?"

Finn smirked.

"I'll teach you."

For some reason, Wanda got the distinct feeling that she had just walked into another one of his traps.

"…I feel like I've been tricked again."

Finn only grinned.

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