Page 53 of Brother In Arms

Again with the nervous swallow, his gaze trapped, staring at my face as he reached up and traced some of the fall of my hair behind my ear.

“Fuck, you’re really going to make me say it, aren’t you?”

“Would it help if I said it first?” His smile said that yes, yes it would, but more than that, it said he was overjoyed that I might feel the same way.

“How about on the count of three?”

“One,” I murmured.

“Two,” he muttered.

“I think I love you…” we said together. There was a mutually stunned pause and both of us started to laugh at the same time.

“Come here, you,” he said and pulled me down, pressing our mouths together. I let my eyes close and kissed him back, but still worried that love couldn’t or wouldn’t be enough. I mean, our worlds were so different and to ignore that?

Well, I could ignore it for now if he could.

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