[His breath hitches when her fingers brush against his bare skin, and he opens his eyes, gazing up at her. He cups her face in his hand, brushing his thumb lightly over her cheek.]
I love you.
[His voice is soft. He doesn't want to stop them, but he knows he has to. Because it might not be safe, even if it probably is.]
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I love you.
[His voice is soft. He doesn't want to stop them, but he knows he has to. Because it might not be safe, even if it probably is.]