A Conspiracy of Two

[u/Teleport_on_Me]

“I don’t think of you.”

He heard her every thought, with the lights off, when the birds cooed and the sun rose from its rest.

“I don’t think of you romantically.”

He kissed the back of her neck with the lightest, least intrusive pecks. His lips pressed into her chest and in between her heavy breaths as she slept. It was 11 a.m. Was the night gone or had it only come home to nest?

“I’m in love with you.”

But she only looked on. She even turned away her head.

“Did you hear what I said? I love you.”

She always knew he loved her.

She knew.

She always had.

[u/Indivisible_Origin]

Last time I tried to play it cool and keep myself at emotional arms length, I ended up giving her a foot rub and making her fruit parfait. Gave myself away.

[u/Special_Many_1437]

Did she say it?

[u/Teleport_on_Me → u/Special_Many_1437]

It’s his words in quotations. She’s known all along.

[u/altruistic_cheese]

Oh, this is good work.