[ It's such a strange feeling, for joy and love to be showering down on him while he is still adrift in a sea of grief. But Chrissy is like his lighthouse, promising safe harbor and better days ahead. All he wants is to fall into her and bask in the light that radiates from her. She loves him, and he lets himself believe that, any dissenting inner voices be damned. If he still feels like he might not deserve her, he resolves to change that. ]
I love you too. [ It feels so easy to say it, the words practically bursting from him like a damn breaking. It as though he's been holding those words in for years. Maybe he has. ] You are... you're like the sun.
[ And then he melts into her kiss, holds her close while his fingers run through her hair, down her back. The touches are desperate, but not in a sexual way. The intimacy he craves runs far deeper than physical, and he isn't even sure he'd be able to perform in his current state. But Chrissy seems to sense that, somehow, because of course she does. So he kisses her again, and again, until every one of his senses is properly flooded with her. ]
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I love you too. [ It feels so easy to say it, the words practically bursting from him like a damn breaking. It as though he's been holding those words in for years. Maybe he has. ] You are... you're like the sun.
[ And then he melts into her kiss, holds her close while his fingers run through her hair, down her back. The touches are desperate, but not in a sexual way. The intimacy he craves runs far deeper than physical, and he isn't even sure he'd be able to perform in his current state. But Chrissy seems to sense that, somehow, because of course she does. So he kisses her again, and again, until every one of his senses is properly flooded with her. ]