[ Before he musters up a response, Lucia's lips and his own are sealed in a kiss again. The pleasant tingling in his stomach is a new, but definitely not an unwelcome sensation.
After a few moments, he finally whispers his answer against Lucia's lips—leaning in closer in case she's already pulled away. ]
I didn't make it special. [ A beat. ] Your birthday has always been special, Lucia.
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After a few moments, he finally whispers his answer against Lucia's lips—leaning in closer in case she's already pulled away. ]
I didn't make it special. [ A beat. ] Your birthday has always been special, Lucia.