[ He laughs softly, a faint, self-conscious flush creeping up the back of his neck at Basch's reaction to the words.
He was trying not to think about it. That he'd said them. That he meant them. He didn't want to spoil the moment with a panic attack now of all times. But it was hard to think anyway, with Basch kissing him like that. ]
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He was trying not to think about it. That he'd said them. That he meant them. He didn't want to spoil the moment with a panic attack now of all times. But it was hard to think anyway, with Basch kissing him like that. ]
There's nothing I want more. Only to be yours.