"It's okay. I'm fine," she whispers to him, lips caressing along his throat. She doesn't want him to get the wrong idea. "We're good, babe." Too good. That's really the problem. It's too damn good and she doesn't know what to do with that.
"Just..." Her fingers curl against his abs. "You love me." She hopes he understands how huge that is.
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Date: 2011-11-29 04:21 am (UTC)"Just..." Her fingers curl against his abs. "You love me." She hopes he understands how huge that is.