Her stomach did the little flip it did every time he said that word to her. The first time she'd said it to him, she'd screamed it at him. She'd accused him with it. Her smile softened. "Still love me. That doesn't happen often." She rested her forehead against his. "Still love you. Don't think I know how to not love you."
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Date: 2012-12-22 04:47 am (UTC)