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“I love you too,” she replied softly.
This seemed to provide her with a huge amount of relief, so much that tears filled her eyes. She nodded and buried her face in his chest.
Her eyes opened and she was quiet for a moment.
“But things happen,” she said softly, looking up at him. “Things change faster than we expect...
Her eyes were closed, and she was quiet for a moment.
“Will you tell me before you leave?” she said after a while. “When you decide to move on?...
She fell silent for a moment before she closed her eyes, exhaling slightly.
“You won’t leave, then?” she asked after a moment. “Even though it’s...
She softened, looking up at him thoughtfully before leaning over, resting her head in the curve of his neck.
“You were always able to be good,”...
“Sunflowers mean adoration,” she mused, brushing her fingers up his chest. She fell silent for a moment before speaking again.
She nodded, resting on her stomach and lying her body against him.
“Yes. Remember when I told you about flowers meaning a lot in elf culture?”
She seemed very relieved that he liked it, pulling her knees to her chest, her ears pricking up happily.
"You do?" she replied, tilting her head...
She flushed, relaxing in his arms as she cupped his jaw gently. She paused before her eyes lit up.
"Oh! I found something I think you'd like,"...
She was wearing her pajamas now, soft linen shorts and a tank top of sorts. She tilted her head before moving over to him.
"You sure you want me...
She nodded, pulling away from him.
"Yeah. I'll see you at dinner."
Her eyes were wide and she was blushing deeply.
"But... like... ugh..." She buried her face in his chest. "You're impossible."
She flushed, her hand coming up to cup his jaw as she kissed him back, falling silent.
She took them, looking up at him.
"This feels one-sided," she complained. "What do you like that I do?"
She sighed a little, sitting up on her arms.
She laughed sheepishly, covering her eyes in embarrassment.
"Because I really like it."
She gasped a little, her fingers curling in his hair.
"You can't just do that, Z," she said breathlessly.
"My sweet boy," she began, setting her hands on his chest, "everything I say is genuine and real. It's rude to assume otherwise."