"Whatâs wrong with cheesy?" Clever teased gently, kissing her nose lightly.Â
"Aww, I canât help being flattering, Clara. Youâre my beautiful girl, the one I love. Iâm glad I finally told you how I feel. Just seeing how happy you were⌠it made me happy."
His hand moved to stroke her hair gently as he smiled at her warmly. âThis doesnât have to change anything if you donât want it to. Whatever youâd like, Clara. If you want people to know about us, weâll tell them. If youâd rather be more private, not tell, then we wonât tell. What do you want to do, what do you feel ready for?â
Clara laughed and nuzzled her nose against his instead. "Perhaps nothing, but when we first started dating you didn't strike me as the cheesy type." she gasped over dramatically. "Maybe I've made you that way! What a tragedy!" she laughed and kissed him again. Â
A blush rose onto her cheeks and she looked down for a moment. "And you're my handsome Clever, who I could never leave. I can't imagine being with anyone else but you. You make me the happiest I've ever felt." she whispered, running her hand through his hair.Â
"I want people to know." she finally said, nodding to herself. "I want them to know that we love each other and that nothing's going to come between us." she took his hand and squeezed it. "I mean it."Â











