[ Her eyes are wide as he takes her lips for the first kiss, and she stares up helplessly at him as he speaks, bewildered at the sudden in his mood. This means... he isn't angry with her? His eyes remain misted like her own, and she doesn't understand. Yet he's smiling and kissing her again before she can gather her thoughts to carry them along in her attempt to catch up with him.
Once, twice, he says I love you. Like spring coming after winter, she replies naturally, letting the world hear it thrice-- ] I love you. [ --just as his lips part from hers for the final kiss.
Now settled, his words turn over in her mind. He sounds as if he's proud of her, as if she's just accomplished something great. Is that 'great' thing to him speaking of her wants? She can scarcely fathom it being a feat, but here, she... meant what she had said. She liked saying it, too. Saying those words, admitting that she has been miserably worried this past month, feels as if she's betrayed herself for speaking them aloud. At the same time, she feels... lighter, somehow, her own anxieties easing the moment she sees his smile. (He's beautiful.) Him repeating his I love yous while saying he's not selfish is-- that, too, relieves her.
He's not selfish for loving someone. He loves her. ]
You're...[ Her hand raises to his cheek, as if she could keep his face turned towards her, looking at her so she might look at him, watching that beautiful smile, the blue of his eyes, and the kindness she knows to be within. ] you're all right?
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Once, twice, he says I love you. Like spring coming after winter, she replies naturally, letting the world hear it thrice-- ] I love you. [ --just as his lips part from hers for the final kiss.
Now settled, his words turn over in her mind. He sounds as if he's proud of her, as if she's just accomplished something great. Is that 'great' thing to him speaking of her wants? She can scarcely fathom it being a feat, but here, she... meant what she had said. She liked saying it, too. Saying those words, admitting that she has been miserably worried this past month, feels as if she's betrayed herself for speaking them aloud. At the same time, she feels... lighter, somehow, her own anxieties easing the moment she sees his smile. (He's beautiful.) Him repeating his I love yous while saying he's not selfish is-- that, too, relieves her.
He's not selfish for loving someone. He loves her. ]
You're...[ Her hand raises to his cheek, as if she could keep his face turned towards her, looking at her so she might look at him, watching that beautiful smile, the blue of his eyes, and the kindness she knows to be within. ] you're all right?