( Still, she does wish he could have met her family, that they'd been allowed that kind of time. But perhaps those two things can't coexist.
Such thoughts are easily pushed to one side in favour of sinking into his warmth, into each soft kiss she rains down on his lips, fingers tracing the lines of his face down the curve of his neck and across each step of his ribs. She knows these paths well, but they feel as new and exciting as they did the first time. )
Giving up so easily?
( Her voice is bells of laughter against the corner of his mouth. He's a world of things she never presumed to ever find, the joy of sinking into a warm bath after a hard day's work wrapped up in a sun-bright smile and quick wit. He's the peace of watching the sunrise on the rooftop after so many years in the darkness. )
I love you.
( A repeat of the words from before, certainly, but now that they've found their way out of her heart and onto her tongue, Kate realises just how perfectly they fit here. The feeling drums against her chest, a shared heartbeat rattling her ribs in an all too pleasant way. )
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