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She nodded, laughing breathlessly. "It is."
She kissed his cheek. "I'm so glad to have met you."
"Excuse me?"
There was a light flush on her face, but she was quiet.
She tapped his nose. "Stubborn, sometimes."
He took it. "Alright.."
She tilted her head slightly, her fingers grazing his waist.
"And you're kind and handsome and funny.."
"It really is."
"Idressyl m'ialo," she murmured, looking down thoughtfully before meeting his gaze. "Idressyl m'ialo?"
"It is. Trust me." She kissed his cheek. "You're lovely."
Francis was waiting for her. When she came out, he was squinting. "I.. I don't know what to say."
She leaned into his touch, her hand over his. "How do you say I love you in your language, Row?"
"It'll come eventually. You've always been patient with me, after all."
(Yoop!)
She couldn't help but grin. "I love you."
"Don't be."
He did as well, his head cocked.
She tapped her chin thoughtfully. "You haven't had a lot of practice. How about a kiss?"
"Just give me a minute. I'll get there."
