Such words were part of the eternal clichés, but this was because of the simple fact that this fluttering, warm emotion made people fear to lose perfection. Conor was no different, and so he said those words that so many had said before him. To his honest surprise, after a moment the woman spoke similar words as well. His mind quietly wondered if she could feel the frantic rhythm of his heart galloping against the inside of his chest. Such surreal words pushed him out of balance, and so for once the man found himself speechless. The pale woman in his arms turned to look up at him. There was nothing holding his gaze from hers. He had always been bewitched by that gentle soul peering out from sapphire and amethyst.
More words flooded his consciousness, and even if his face remained serene, the soul within seemed to dance on warm currents. He had carried doubts in the past when he was young and blue eyed. He recognized the feeling for what it was now, and it rushed through his warm veins like the drug it was. The Soul male had not expected such words to fall from Bris’ lips. He was taken by surprise and she knew how to shake his world, but as long as she was a part of it he would fear no storm. Perhaps he should have offered her the same words in return, but there were another desire there that he had supressed for too long now. The moment was too perfect to allow it to pass without. The golden male amended his hold around her before he leaned in and kissed her.