[ It's said echoing her own laugh, his hand dipping below the comforter to trace her side. Once his fingers are sufficiently warmed by the trapped heat, he curls them around her thigh, teasingly inching her shirt up. He dips his head, pressing another kiss to her mouth before shifting his weight to continue a line of them to her jaw and neck.
At her comment, he smiles against her pulse point, lifting his gaze to meet hers. ]
I know. [ Though he answers with as much affection as he can infuse in the words. ] I adore you.
[ Really, how did he manage to get so lucky? When he looks past everything they've endured, all the things they're still working on—he's simply grateful she decided there had been something in him worth saving. That she'd told him all those years ago the terms he'd have to live up to, even if that conversation had haunted his every waking hour, the pain of it acute like a knife through the ribs. ]
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[ It's said echoing her own laugh, his hand dipping below the comforter to trace her side. Once his fingers are sufficiently warmed by the trapped heat, he curls them around her thigh, teasingly inching her shirt up. He dips his head, pressing another kiss to her mouth before shifting his weight to continue a line of them to her jaw and neck.
At her comment, he smiles against her pulse point, lifting his gaze to meet hers. ]
I know. [ Though he answers with as much affection as he can infuse in the words. ] I adore you.
[ Really, how did he manage to get so lucky? When he looks past everything they've endured, all the things they're still working on—he's simply grateful she decided there had been something in him worth saving. That she'd told him all those years ago the terms he'd have to live up to, even if that conversation had haunted his every waking hour, the pain of it acute like a knife through the ribs. ]