He spoke often, his lips tasted the words carefully âI love you,â he said, but it danced on the length of her collar bone. âI love you,â he said, but it was tangled in the red streaks of her hair. âI love you,â he said, but it was woven in her fingertips. âI love you,â he said, but it moved on the curves of her hips. 'I love you,â he said, but it was lost in the wisps of slumber. and when he didnât have the strength to say it again, she said, 'I love you.â
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