“I love you,” he whispers. “So much it terrifies me sometimes.” Fear shimmers in his eyes. The world feels stripped down to this, our skin pressed to skin, our hearts still racing. I brush my thumb along his jaw. “Me, too,” I whisper back. My voice is rough from everything he’s taken from me tonight. He finds my lips with his again, softer this time. “I love you,” he breathes between kisses. “I love you, I love you.”
Ahhhh. This is lovely, but Can these two please talk to each other
