He kissed her, silencing her words. Love... it was such a small word compared to how he felt, and how he suspected she felt in return. Love was... finite, while they were eternal. And as he whisked them into his library, into the very thing which had seduced her, the gift he would give her a thousand times over... He loved her with his touch and with his kiss. And the words to properly explain how he felt, to place the right label on it... they would come with time. After all, he was her favorite author.
