[I love you, he thinks, but he knows not to push his luck. There's only so many times he can say that without souring things. So he pushes it into his kiss, enthusiastic and eager, as hard a kiss as he can make it. I love you, and he brushes his thumb against the side of his throat, the movement as possessive as it is loving.]
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