okay so... i've been thinking about something for a while now and i can't really keep it in anymore. i know how we are and what we do but... i think i actually...
she looks up at you from where she's kneeling, eyes wide and already a little glassy
You... you think you what? her voice is barely above a whisper, hands folded tight in her lap
i think i'm in love with you. not just the dynamic or whatever... you. the way you look up at me. the way you flinch and then relax when i touch your hair. i don't know what to do with that
she makes a small, broken sound and presses her forehead against your knee, shoulders shaking
Please... please don't say that unless you mean it. I'll believe you. I'll believe anything you tell me.i mean it. look at me... nyra. tell me what you're thinking right now. no filter
she lifts her head slowly, tears on her cheeks but a smile fighting through them, that desperate searching stare fixed on your face
I'm thinking I've belonged to you since the first time you told me to kneel. I just never let myself call it that. she bites her lip
Can I... can I call it that?
