[She lets out a sigh. It’s not like they’ve never been close like this, far from it… but the relief is palpable, and she just wants to take him in. His scent. His closeness. His warmth. He’s being so romantic she thinks she could die.]

I don’t think I’ve had one… ever, before.

[A short breath out, too smitten to be a smirk.] I like yours plenty.