... I know. [ It's a big part of why he felt so guilty to begin with, after all. He has dozens and dozens of pieces of evidence on his phone.
Her bare fingers are sweet on his cheek. He savors the feeling before ducking his head and nosing his way under her chin, pressing his lips here and there on the tenderness of her neck. ]
I love you, Noire. [ Murmured, of course, into said neck. ]
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Her bare fingers are sweet on his cheek. He savors the feeling before ducking his head and nosing his way under her chin, pressing his lips here and there on the tenderness of her neck. ]
I love you, Noire. [ Murmured, of course, into said neck. ]