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[July 17] [original] [romantic intuition]
Title: Romantic Intuition
Day/Theme: July 17: he told me many times "I love you"
Series: original
Rating: PG
Summary: The beginning of a love story.
The night is cool, dark, fragrant of falling leaves and autumn rain.
She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear before returning her hands to her mug of hot cider. Tendrils of steam rise sweetly, disappearing in the fresh night air, and she cozies up more securely to the boy beside her as she watches the mist drift away. The porch swing creaks.
“How was your day?” she asks, breaking the silence.
He fiddles with the sleeve of her jacket. “It was good.”
A few beats, as she waits for him to elaborate, and then she prompts: “Anything exciting happen?”
Day/Theme: July 17: he told me many times "I love you"
Series: original
Rating: PG
Summary: The beginning of a love story.
The night is cool, dark, fragrant of falling leaves and autumn rain.
She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear before returning her hands to her mug of hot cider. Tendrils of steam rise sweetly, disappearing in the fresh night air, and she cozies up more securely to the boy beside her as she watches the mist drift away. The porch swing creaks.
“How was your day?” she asks, breaking the silence.
He fiddles with the sleeve of her jacket. “It was good.”
A few beats, as she waits for him to elaborate, and then she prompts: “Anything exciting happen?”
“Not really.”
They fall back into silence, and she can feel his apprehension in the way he holds his breath in his lungs. Her heart gives a pitter-patter, and the corner of her mouth turns up. She waits.
A few minutes pass as he gathers his courage. Finally, a deep breath, and then: “I—uh…”
He grows quiet, shrunk in embarrassment, and she smiles: “I love you too.”
This is the first time they’ve shared those words, and she knows that, in the future, there will be many, many more.