“You know what.” “Mmm,” said Clem, running a hand through Mariel’s hair, looking unbearably fond when Mariel had to close her eyes for a second to cope. “I kind of want to hear you say it though. Just humor me, I haven’t got any hobbies.” “You are insufferable.” “I am insufferable and … you, Mariel Hartley-Hood, want me to…” “Kiss me,” Mariel said, her voice cracking slightly at the end.
