“Fuck, I love you,” he sighs, a lazy grin spreading across his face. “I love saying that too.” “I’m happy to hear it as many times as you want to tell me.” “I love you.” He leans in, his lips skimming my jaw. “I love you.” They slide higher, hovering against my cheekbone. “I love you.” He leaves a soft kiss over my eyelid, trailing lower before his mouth is just a breath away from mine. “I fucking love you, Lila.”
