He leans in to give her a dozen annoying little smooches on her cheek and down her neck. "C'mon- say it. I know what you're thinking- you love me."
love isn’t what she’s thinking about when he kisses her, playful and eager and easy to roll her eyes at. love, he’s lucky that she hasn’t pushed him away from her yet. when his kisses trail down her neck, a little less annoying and a little more like something she wants, she exhales unsteadily. it's hardly noticable, the way her breath catches in her throat, the way eyes momentarily flutter shut, the way she wants to tell him to stop messing around and start being serious and the way she wonders just how she really feels about him at the same time. IT'S OVERWHELMING.
' don't hold your breath. ' she manages, and her tone is something like a distant joke. love, she thinks again, and it's a thought that never crossed her mind she's not sure she even knows how to love someone. ' if you want to know what i'm thinking, you'll be waiting a while. '
