[She hopes that he can feel that effect that he always has on her, between the smile that interrupts the kiss or the genuine tenderness that she pours into it, or the warmth that bleeds into both of them, she hopes that he knows just how much she needed this and cherishes it... just like every other quiet moment that they share with each other.]
Much...
[A soft whisper against his lips when he pulls back, but her long lashes flutter when she opens her eyes to look at him.]
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Much...
[A soft whisper against his lips when he pulls back, but her long lashes flutter when she opens her eyes to look at him.]
And you?