She looks at him and he looks at her and neither of them really know what to say. This was a lot easier when there was over 6000 miles between them and they could pretend that he hadn’t tried to rule the world in another place, another time.
She looks at him and thinks about what those many emails and texts and letters have caused her to see. He looks at her and sees her for the first time again and perhaps he falls a little harder.
“I-” he begins but she cuts him off, as brusque and as straightforward as always.
“I think that I might be a little bit in love with you,” no embarrassment shows on her face, no uncertainty despite her words.
He still can’t resist teasing her though.
“You only ‘think’ that you might be a little bit in love with me?” there’s mirth in his eyes and a cheerful smile on his face.
Her eyes roll and she steps closer to him, a small smile of her own clear to see. “Fine, you insufferable boy,” she leans her face towards, close enough that there’s only a few inches between them. “I know that I am a little bit in love with you.”
She looks at him and he looks at her and they are silent for a moment.
Then his hands are curling around her waist and her hands are tangled into his hair and their lips are pressed together and they dont really know who started this kiss but it doesn’t matter.
They’ll figure it out later.
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