[He takes her hands in his, and the sincerity of it is striking, moving—and downright embarrassing. She pinks slightly at the straightforwardness of his affection, a rare and precious jewel to be treated with great care, and trades her own emotions back—flattered, shy—and genuinely exuding happiness.
her voice is quiet, slightly flustered in the disparate nature between his statement and his act.]
I thought you were meant to share a memory?
[it's supposed to be alpha week, but she's losing this one.]
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her voice is quiet, slightly flustered in the disparate nature between his statement and his act.]
I thought you were meant to share a memory?
[it's supposed to be alpha week, but she's losing this one.]