[ Even once she's paused in kissing him, she remains close, resting her forehead on his, hands cradling his face. It's then that she realises that her eyes have welled over, pooling beneath her eyes, and she sniffles.
This is the third time she's cried in his presence, and she dearly hopes it won't become a habit. It still feels quite unusual to her. ]
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This is the third time she's cried in his presence, and she dearly hopes it won't become a habit. It still feels quite unusual to her. ]
Goodness, how am I meant to let you sleep now...