[ Minutes pass and she stays tucked against him, letting him envelope her. His warmth, his smell, the solidness of his frame. She has always found his presence comforting -- since basically their first meeting, he has radiated a sense of calm that keeps her grounded. It's not related to their actual relationship, though that has magnified the effect; he is just, as she has told him multiple times, very even-keeled. She finds that soothing, given her own much more erratic temperament. Right now, she sinks into that.
When she does finally lift her head, she remains just as close, barely a few inches from his face. Her face is still flushed pink from crying (as well as embarrassment from doing so). She puts one hand to his face. Her voice is almost a whisper. ]
I love you. [ It's something she has no difficulty saying to other people on a frequent basis. But this love makes her feel exposed in ways she never has before, and so she has mostly held it back. A defense mechanism that takes a toll. ] You make me better.
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When she does finally lift her head, she remains just as close, barely a few inches from his face. Her face is still flushed pink from crying (as well as embarrassment from doing so). She puts one hand to his face. Her voice is almost a whisper. ]
I love you. [ It's something she has no difficulty saying to other people on a frequent basis. But this love makes her feel exposed in ways she never has before, and so she has mostly held it back. A defense mechanism that takes a toll. ] You make me better.