Finn found himself shifted a bit, getting a dread out of his face before leaning back on his hands again. This time, Finn subconsciously moved closer to Raihn again. When he looked back over at Raihn, he had to glance down at their hands to see how close they were. They were almost touching, if Finn moved even a couple centimetres, his hand would have ended up on top of his. Finn made sure the glance was quick, hoping Raihn didn't catch it. "I like anything fruit really, unless I had a strong alcohol taste to it. What about you?" Finn asked, leaning in a bit more.
(This ones really bad, I apologize >.<)

Raihn kept his gaze on Finn, taking note of how he shifted closer and how he glanced down towards their hands. He fought the urge to do the same but figured that the very fact that Finn had bothered to look meant that their hands were pretty damn close to touching one another. Feeling a faint smile tugging at that thought, and a desire flaring to touch him, Raihn listened as Finn spoke. Hearing his question he hummed softly before nodding. "It would seem that you and I have similar tastes." He chuckled. "I'm not a huge fan of strong drinks, and normally I don't drink anything quite like the beer we had tonight." He continued, and keeping his gaze on Finn he slowly began to move his fingers over and towards Finn's hand. Immediately after he felt his fingers meet Finn's own he halted the movement of his hand. "There's this strawberry margarita that this restaurant serves in my home town. It's to die for." He said, his voice still low and confident and his eyes still fixed on Finn.

Finn listened as Raihn spoke, somewhat looking at him. His eyes wandered from time to time since the constant eye contact made him nervous but also a little freaked out. Finn didn't want to be staring into the guy's soul. When he felt their fingers touch, his breathing nearly stopped. They were touching, and none of them were making an effort to move at all. Finn wanted to look at their hands but ultimately decided not to. Instead, Finn looked at Raihn, scanning his face and watching his lips as he spoke. "Strawberry margaritas are my favorite." Finn spoke, his voice now equally as low as Raihns. The tension only grew, and Finn was now starting to feel it as he looked into Raihn's eyes. Fuck was this making Finn feel things. A small smirk played across his face as he took a deep breath.