She can't think of anything other than this for a long time, her world narrowing to the touch of Gideon's hands and the taste of her mouth, the sound of their breathing and the firm solidity of her body underneath her. Eventually, Harrow finds her voice, resting her forehead against Gideon's and letting out a shaky breath. "I love you, Gideon."
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Date: 2021-09-22 08:05 pm (UTC)