James and I lay in bed late last night - normally he’d have done something special for my birthday, but his 7-9:45 class gets in the way a bit. We’d been cuddling and pillow-talking for quite a while.
“James?”
“Yes?”
“I love you.”
He looked surprised and a tiny bit scared for an instant, then smiled. “I know.”
It was my turn to look surprised.
“It was obvious.” He paused. “I think I love you too.”
We resumed cuddling.
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