[When she comes to, she realizes that she is holding Robb's hand tightly. Her knuckles are white and the blood seems to be pumping everywhere but in her grip. She's panting, her breath lost to her as the world slowly seeps back into her consciousness. The world had moved beneath them and all she could remember was how good it felt to have him beneath her.
With her free hand, she pushed her hair from her face, sticky and smelling of sweat and sex.]
I love you.
[It was a whisper, nearly indistinguishable against the sound of their breathing.]
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With her free hand, she pushed her hair from her face, sticky and smelling of sweat and sex.]
I love you.
[It was a whisper, nearly indistinguishable against the sound of their breathing.]