( If it changes, he'd be the first to notice anyway. Let's be honest here. Her fingers no longer mess with his hair, finding places on the sides of his face, tracing over smooth skin as she falls into more kisses. Not to let the conversation drop, or to distract him from other things, but simply because she wants to. )
I— ( kiss ) — love — ( kiss ) — you.
( It's not like the first time, half-driven by guilt, or the second, where it still tingled nervously in her gut. This comes out easily, as sure as she ever has been about anything. )
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Date: 2019-01-27 09:25 pm (UTC)I— ( kiss ) — love — ( kiss ) — you.
( It's not like the first time, half-driven by guilt, or the second, where it still tingled nervously in her gut. This comes out easily, as sure as she ever has been about anything. )