"I'm in love with you," I whisper into the crook of his neck. "I know it's a stupid word. An unspectacular and ordinary word, but it's the one that means what I feel. Can I say it to you? Can I say it as much as I want?" His breath is hot on my neck as he says, "Yes." On the other side of his chest, I feel his heart hammering at the same pace as mine. I wonder if it's also swollen, like mine. "How do you feel?" He kisses my temple; it's too chaste, too much for me to handle. Tears quickly flood my eyes when he states definitively, "Comfortable." And there it is. This moment. Him. It wasn't an
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