[ It always makes him smile a little to himself when she speaks Spanish to him, the few phrases he's taught her cropping up now and again. He's already smiling, a pleasant sort of giddiness buzzing under his skin at her closeness, the way she leans into his touch, the open, raw affection in the way she looks at him.
He surely doesn't deserve this, but heaven help him if he doesn't want it. ]
Snuck up on me.
[ He breathes out a laugh at the end of his words, pressing a quick kiss to the tip of her nose. ]
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He surely doesn't deserve this, but heaven help him if he doesn't want it. ]
Snuck up on me.
[ He breathes out a laugh at the end of his words, pressing a quick kiss to the tip of her nose. ]
Can't say I expected you to feel the same.