[The corner of her mouth quirks up a little in amusement at the sound of protest he makes. That's kind of how she feels too. Having to be the responsible one isn't very fun!
She can still relish their closeness while he sits in it, at least. Ponders on whatever her statement has brought to the surface of his mind. His breath is warm against her face and the fabric of his hat is soft against her forehead.
She's smiling as he opens his eyes, quiet reverence in the way she looks at him. And she lights up as their gazes meet, cheeks gone a little pink with the kissing and the— the words. The everything. Her heart feels so full — it aches with complicated fullness, and she's kind of afraid she might burst from it all.
She laughs faintly, reflexive and fond.] I felt it. In your poem, I mean. All the love you put into it.
[Her thumb strokes a little line along his chin where she still holds him in a relaxed grip.] I love you too. It's crazy that I'm the first one to say stuff like that, because you're really amazing.
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She can still relish their closeness while he sits in it, at least. Ponders on whatever her statement has brought to the surface of his mind. His breath is warm against her face and the fabric of his hat is soft against her forehead.
She's smiling as he opens his eyes, quiet reverence in the way she looks at him. And she lights up as their gazes meet, cheeks gone a little pink with the kissing and the— the words. The everything. Her heart feels so full — it aches with complicated fullness, and she's kind of afraid she might burst from it all.
She laughs faintly, reflexive and fond.] I felt it. In your poem, I mean. All the love you put into it.
[Her thumb strokes a little line along his chin where she still holds him in a relaxed grip.] I love you too. It's crazy that I'm the first one to say stuff like that, because you're really amazing.