[ That was approximately what she was thinking, too, when she kissed him, because right now it's best to keep things simple and free of complications.
Even if some complications are pretty understandable. Regardless of that, she thinks this kiss is pretty important. She's showing him as much care as she can with it, as much effort towards understanding and being there for him in any way he needs as possible. As much as one can show it with a kiss, she's trying to provide him tangible proof that she doesn't intend to go anywhere. Not now, and not ever until he wants her to.
There's a long moment after he has to pull away for air where she's just watching him, silent and heavy and one hand curled around the back of his neck where she'd reached it for cementing purposes. What now? She's not entirely sure, just yet, but she knows that this next part is perhaps just as important as the actual telling. If she treads it wrong all the progress she just made could go away, and she can't have that again. So she watches him for a little bit, dark eyes searching for something in his face and in the meantime leaving her clear and open for his search for any lack of truth.
And then she dips her head and presses her lips against the side of his neck, warm and soft, breathes out against the skin as she moves a little away before moving downwards a little bit, planting a trail of kisses down his neck around to the hollow of his throat. ] I'm so happy I met you. [ She's just going to keep telling him this for a little bit, probably, leave it printed clear in her mind open to his if he wants it. ]
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Even if some complications are pretty understandable. Regardless of that, she thinks this kiss is pretty important. She's showing him as much care as she can with it, as much effort towards understanding and being there for him in any way he needs as possible. As much as one can show it with a kiss, she's trying to provide him tangible proof that she doesn't intend to go anywhere. Not now, and not ever until he wants her to.
There's a long moment after he has to pull away for air where she's just watching him, silent and heavy and one hand curled around the back of his neck where she'd reached it for cementing purposes. What now? She's not entirely sure, just yet, but she knows that this next part is perhaps just as important as the actual telling. If she treads it wrong all the progress she just made could go away, and she can't have that again. So she watches him for a little bit, dark eyes searching for something in his face and in the meantime leaving her clear and open for his search for any lack of truth.
And then she dips her head and presses her lips against the side of his neck, warm and soft, breathes out against the skin as she moves a little away before moving downwards a little bit, planting a trail of kisses down his neck around to the hollow of his throat. ] I'm so happy I met you. [ She's just going to keep telling him this for a little bit, probably, leave it printed clear in her mind open to his if he wants it. ]