Henri was sure that he was blushing now - with desire, or embarrassment, or something else - but he smiled breathlessly and ducked his head and murmured, “Le bon Dieu, Sybil… And I love you.” He met her gaze and brushed a stray lock of hair back from her face, their lips still nearly touching. “Are you all right?"
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Date: 2014-01-03 02:32 pm (UTC)