[The affection is visible on her face, in her eyes, in every little detail of her expression: the softening of her frown, the tentative smile. She lifts her hands up and pushes his hair behind his ears.]
But at least you're not ginger. [And smiles, because she can't help herself. Before he can protest, and because she loves him so much that her heart's been threatening to burst these past months, and now it finally can, she pulls him down, and wraps her arms around his neck, pressing his forehead to her shoulder.]
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But at least you're not ginger. [And smiles, because she can't help herself. Before he can protest, and because she loves him so much that her heart's been threatening to burst these past months, and now it finally can, she pulls him down, and wraps her arms around his neck, pressing his forehead to her shoulder.]
Better like this?