There's a crinkle 'a fabric as we shift, and Kate's fingers are still twinin' through my hair. Finally I pull back t'get a proper breath and she's lookin' half solemn and I grin at her. "I think I'm feelin' a fair bit better, now." Her hair's a bit mussed and it makes me laugh, seein' her like that when she's so together and collected in public. I feel like it's a part 'a her that she shows just t'me.
"I love you." It still sounds kind 'a strange, hearin' those words from my own mouth. So I grin and peck her on the cheek and sit up. "I think the tea's gone cold."
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Date: 2009-08-26 09:47 pm (UTC)"I love you." It still sounds kind 'a strange, hearin' those words from my own mouth. So I grin and peck her on the cheek and sit up. "I think the tea's gone cold."