[ The squeeze has her glancing his way, and upon meeting his gaze, she straightens up to face him with that grin of hers. Leans in, to return that affection to his lips, chuckling against them before kissing them once, slow and heated. Her fingers wind into those shortened black locks with the faintest tug, as she does. ]
Mn, I love you, Will. I suppose I never stopped loving you.
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Mn, I love you, Will. I suppose I never stopped loving you.