[ Over, and over. And yet each stroke, each hot breath he looses against her lilac skin, and each press of his lips to her increasingly fees like it isn't enough.
And especially not when he says those words.
Her eyes widen, a vague recognition once again swimming in the haze of her mind that tells her that this isn't quite right. That the love she feels blooming in her chest when she hears those words doesn't feel quite right. That the words don't sound quite right... But there is something in that selfsame haze that tells her that it is. To accept it. ]
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And especially not when he says those words.
Her eyes widen, a vague recognition once again swimming in the haze of her mind that tells her that this isn't quite right. That the love she feels blooming in her chest when she hears those words doesn't feel quite right. That the words don't sound quite right... But there is something in that selfsame haze that tells her that it is. To accept it. ]
I love you, too...
[ And so she says them back. ]