[ ah, at least he beats her to the punch as he translates for her. confusion melts into another smile, still soft but undeniably warm. there's genuine affection in the way she looks at him, something that hasn't been directed at...well, anyone, since matthew. not like this.
she leans into his palm, her lips brushing against his thumb in another hint of a kiss. ]
Gracias.
[ she hasn't learned a lot from him, but he's given her words here and there, and she's done a fair job of retaining it all. she likes being able to understand or respond when she can, even if she can't offer much. ]
Didn't realize you felt this way.
[ and she hadn't wanted to admit to herself that she felt the same. emma cullen doesn't shy away from much, but the vulnerability and uncertainty that comes along with these feelings for a man who isn't her husband, well...it's a lot to swallow. ]
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she leans into his palm, her lips brushing against his thumb in another hint of a kiss. ]
Gracias.
[ she hasn't learned a lot from him, but he's given her words here and there, and she's done a fair job of retaining it all. she likes being able to understand or respond when she can, even if she can't offer much. ]
Didn't realize you felt this way.
[ and she hadn't wanted to admit to herself that she felt the same. emma cullen doesn't shy away from much, but the vulnerability and uncertainty that comes along with these feelings for a man who isn't her husband, well...it's a lot to swallow. ]