“No, I do know,” she agreed, brushing her hand over his lips. “You’re missing my point. I have been in love before, and this feels... this feels different, Abes. You feel different. Better. More.”
He watched her curiously, his head tilting. "What is more than being in love?" he asked. "How does that work?"
She hesitated, cupping his jaw with her hand. "I don't think it's more than being in love. That suggests that we're in a different stage of our relationship. I don't think we are. I think it's just that the quality is better. I..." She laughed a little, clearly embarrassed. "I think about you all the time, Abel."
He watched her affectionately, his arms around her waist. He had a small flush on his face, and slowly moved to kiss her after she finished speaking.
She seemed surprised but not opposed, and she kissed him back, her hands moving, one cupping the side of his neck and the other running through his hair.
She was blushing, watching him in something akin to infatuation. "...I love you too, Abes," she said quietly, her lips brushing his.
She pulled away slightly to kiss along his jaw gently, her thumb brushing the small curve just underneath his lower lip.
She paused for a moment, her light eyes flickering up to meet his dark ones. She gave him a sweet but sheepish smile, returning to his mouth. "Sorry," she murmured quietly.
She laughed a little, sitting on the edge of the cot and looking up at him. "For someone who's never been in love, you're kinda a flirt."
