[It's a struggle not to kiss that smile and just disappear into it. The further they get from the poems, the more tempting it is to abandon the idea entirely and leave the rest for another day.
The weight of their journals against her leg reminds her not to. Still, he says all that and she can't not kiss him, so she closes that small, secretive space and presses her lips to his again, short and tender and easy. He's just so— something about the way he says things is just so genuine. So wholehearted. It makes her want to believe him even when her brain tries to tell her that he's wrong about her. Like she'd told him a few weeks ago, she doesn't feel like she's any of those things, brave and strong least of all.
But...she feels more like she can be, with him believing in her. There's something so steady and reliable about him that makes it easier.
She still lingers close after stealing that second brief kiss and gives a bit of a bashful grin, flustered by the praise even so.] See? You trust me so much. I think you have for a long time. [What makes her think so, she doesn't know. She'll recall later, or he'll remember and he'll tell her. She can't get hung up on it right now.]
I wanted to trust someone like that too. I... [A small pause, and then, with some realization:] I think I needed to? So...you don't have to thank me for anything. I'm just— really lucky to get to love someone like you, ehehe.
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The weight of their journals against her leg reminds her not to. Still, he says all that and she can't not kiss him, so she closes that small, secretive space and presses her lips to his again, short and tender and easy. He's just so— something about the way he says things is just so genuine. So wholehearted. It makes her want to believe him even when her brain tries to tell her that he's wrong about her. Like she'd told him a few weeks ago, she doesn't feel like she's any of those things, brave and strong least of all.
But...she feels more like she can be, with him believing in her. There's something so steady and reliable about him that makes it easier.
She still lingers close after stealing that second brief kiss and gives a bit of a bashful grin, flustered by the praise even so.] See? You trust me so much. I think you have for a long time. [What makes her think so, she doesn't know. She'll recall later, or he'll remember and he'll tell her. She can't get hung up on it right now.]
I wanted to trust someone like that too. I... [A small pause, and then, with some realization:] I think I needed to? So...you don't have to thank me for anything. I'm just— really lucky to get to love someone like you, ehehe.