He was laying on the bed with his arms behind his head, staring at the ceiling. She was sitting next to him, her head on his chest. He could feel her breathe. He could feel her hair tickle his chest. He could feel her tiny, warm hand on his stomach. “I love you,” she said, her voice quiet and meek. “I love you too,” he replied, his voice just as soft. She looked up at him and he smiled down at her. She was such a beautiful girl. She had a petite frame and big brown eyes. She had long black hair that framed her face and he loved how soft it felt when he ran his fingers through it. He reached down and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. She leaned into the touch and he felt himself fall in love with her all over again. He wanted to say so many things to her. He wanted to tell her how proud he was of her for going to college, for making something of herself. He wanted to tell her how much he loved her. He wanted to tell her how beautiful she was. He wanted to tell her how much he wanted to make love to her. He wanted to tell her everything but she spoke first. “You’re a good man,” she said, kissing him on the cheek. He smiled at her, not knowing what to say. “I love you,” she said again, a smile on her face. “I love you too,” he replied, running his fingers through her hair.
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