This moment right now is already being recorded for that space: Molly looking at him without fear or hurt, hair tousled and face flushed, fascinating.
It's an image he never expected to see, much less enjoy. And somehow he thinks he's better for having the chance.
As the shaking subsides, he lifts a hand to brush her hair back from her cheek, away from her marked throat. Even if the words themselves don't come at the moment, there's a clear I love you in that touch, and behind his eyes.
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This moment right now is already being recorded for that space: Molly looking at him without fear or hurt, hair tousled and face flushed, fascinating.
It's an image he never expected to see, much less enjoy. And somehow he thinks he's better for having the chance.
As the shaking subsides, he lifts a hand to brush her hair back from her cheek, away from her marked throat. Even if the words themselves don't come at the moment, there's a clear I love you in that touch, and behind his eyes.