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He laughed a little. "So you've had goulash but not polenta?"
She considered him, tucking his hair behind his ear. Judging by her facial expression, she didn't understand this compulsion, but she tried,...
He laughed a little. "It's a bit of an acquired taste. What kind of food do you normally like?"
She frowned at him, tilting her head. "Why?"
"I haven't eaten here before," he replied. "But I heard that their polenta dishes are really good."
"Then I should go," she replied, tilting her head. "We've been over this, Abel. You're smarter than I am."
He gave her a little grin before pouring them some wine. "I think you're pretty great too, Fleur. What do you want to eat?"
She digested that, looking up at him, holding his hand just under her mouth as she thought. "I don't want you to go alone," she told him, her...
He laughed a little, his thumb rubbing the back of her hand gently. "If you were Alyssa, I would tell you that that's an unhealthy mindset," he...
She took his hand and kissed his knuckles gently, her fingers tracing the links in between. "I don't want you to be frightened, Abel," she said...
He took it, resting his head on his other hand as he considered the question thoughtfully. "Honestly, I just missed spending time with you," he...
Her face softened as she listened, her thumb brushing over his cheekbone gently as she considered him. "Nothing's going to happen to me," she...
The place was fancy, but unintimidating. The lighting was warm and she would hear laughter from the finely dressed people inside. Ferris spoke...
She frowned at him, her hand coming up to cup his jaw gently. "You're not going to lose me, Abel," she said softly. "And... I mean, I get it,...
He took her hand and kissed it. "Thank you," he said earnestly. "Come on, let's go sit."
She hesitated, considering him. “Do you feel it too?” she asked him, tilting her head. “I’m not imagining it, right?”
“Very hard,” he said with a self-conscious laugh. “It took a long time.”
She turned her face and kissed his palm gently, her eyes fluttering closed. “Me too,” she said, looking up at him. “More than anything.”
He laughed a little, kissing her forehead. “It’s cool, right?”
She kissed him again, softer this time. “I love you too,” she murmured. “I love you so much.”
