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For a while they just laid there, cuddled in the bed. Their bodies pressed rather close together though her back was pressed her his chest, it would have been almost strange if someone would have walked into their room. Their size comparison was not extremely different but enough that his body was able to curl around hers with ease, two feet made a pig enough difference that it might have looked strange.
The Prova’s mind raced, playing the twenty questions game with herself as she tried to think of a way to tell the male wrapped around her that she had fallen in love with him. Her body shook lightly as if a cold draft had come in and sliced through her spring coat, but that was not the case. Her body shook a second time, but this was not from fear but a new sensation. Her nerves were fried; she wasn’t sure how to tell him. It was a form of nervousness, a feeling rather new to the indigo eyed girl. She did not want to feel this, it was too strange. Her body was already experiencing one new feeling; it could not take two at this moment.
His voice almost made the girl jump as she was lost in thought, forgetting she had asked permission to ask a new line of questions. Something very uncharacteristic to her, Lorenzo had to sense that. Though she refrained from the sudden jolt, holding it in, she did not upset the large man. She now had to speak, but the girl that was always filled with words. Filled with blunt and curious sentences was not speechless, her lips opened but now the words held no sound.
Her nose wrinkled slightly as she found her runaway voice to be rather strange, how was that she now could not speak? Again she searched for her voice and tried to just blurt out what she wanted to say, not thinking of how it might come out. ”Lorenzo… I love you. I don’t want to be apart from you.” Her voice came out, a soft tone laced with the emotionless way her voice carried. Her eyes opened fully as she waited for his reaction, unsure if it would be either good or bad. What if he did not love her back?
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