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His arm was warm on the back of her neck.
"I love you." He stated simply as the movie credits started to roll up onto the screen.

She looked up at him, squinting in the dim light. He turned to look at her, his brown eyes warm and sincere.

"All of me?" she asked, half joking.

Twisting his torso around, he answered, "Yes. All of you." A gentle finger reached out to stroke the bridge of her nose.

"I love that little bump in the middle of your nose." His eyes stayed on her as she ducked her head in embarrassment.

"I love the curve of your neck." His hand ran the length from her ear down to her wrist.

"And your hands." He continued, kissing the tip of each of her fingers. "And your waist." Fumbling slightly in the darkness, his hand found the dip in her waist. Sliding down to her hip and onto her thigh he said, "And your legs. I love your legs."

Going in the opposite direction, he ran up the length of her body up to her long hair.

"I almost forgot your hair." He chuckled. "I love how you love to watch scary movies with me." He added, gesturing to the black screen. "I love your laugh. I love how well you cook. I love how much you enjoy the rain."

He dipped his head so he was eye to eye with her. "I love how you make me feel. I love how you love me." He smiled sheepishly.

She made eye contact with him, surprised at just how much he loved her.
Sitting up straight, she swung her leg over his so she was straddling him against the couch. His large hands rested gently on her waist.

"Aren't you gonna ask me how much I love you?" She asked playfully. Before he could say anything, she started.

"I love your eyes." She whispered, fingertips gently trailing over his closed eyes.

"I love your nose. And your hair." She ran a delicate hand through the mussed up brown hair on his head. "And your," she giggled quietly "crooked jaw." She finished. She ran a thumb over the edge of his jaw.

"I love your arms." Both hands ran down his shoulders down to his hands. "And your chest,"

Both arms twined around it as she rested her head there. After a few seconds she sat back up and started again.

"I love your legs, too." She added. "And your taste in music. And how you make me happy and nervous and excited all at the same time," she said. "I like how you make me feel. Beautiful; you make me feel beautiful." She rested her forehead against his just as he started to say, "But you are--" but her finger pressed against his lips mid-sentence.

"I'm not finished." She scolded jokingly. "I love how you love the snow. I love how well you do with kids. I love how you smell."
When he gave her a vaguely funny look she said, "What! You smell good!" They laughed.

When they quieted, she whispered, "But you know what I love about you most?"
He shook his head mutely. Their lips were less than centimetres away. "Your mouth," she finished, their lips finally meeting.