Camille.

T'12 - Penn '16

“I have something to tell you,” he says.

“I might be in love with you.” He smiles a little. “I’m waiting until I’m sure to tell you, though.”

(…)

I feel his laughter against my side, his nose sliding along my jaw, his lips pressing behind my ear.

“Maybe I’m already sure,” he says, “and I just don’t want to frighten you.”

I laugh a little. “Then you should know better.”

“Fine,” he says. “Then I love you.”

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