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“Johnny how do toi think this looks?” toi ask, holding up a black dress to you.
“How am I supposed to know?” He groans as he leans on one of the shelves of the department store.
“Well, would I look good in it?” toi ask, twirling the dress around.
“You’d look good in any clothes, honey.” He smiles at you.
“Any clothes?” toi ask, scrunching your nose.
“But toi also look good in no clothes, if that’s what toi want to know,” he grins at toi like a little kid. “So could toi hurry up so I could see my favori outfit on you?”
“Johnny how do toi think this looks?” toi ask, holding up a black dress to you.
“How am I supposed to know?” He groans as he leans on one of the shelves of the department store.
“Well, would I look good in it?” toi ask, twirling the dress around.
“You’d look good in any clothes, honey.” He smiles at you.
“Any clothes?” toi ask, scrunching your nose.
“But toi also look good in no clothes, if that’s what toi want to know,” he grins at toi like a little kid. “So could toi hurry up so I could see my favori outfit on you?”
Oh God how was I going to say this.
The rest of my life depended on this.
She was just perfect. In every way possible. She was beautiful. Kind. Sweet. Funny. Understanding. Just (Y/N).
And I needed to tell her.
Tell her how much I needed her, wanted her, and had to have her. It was a feeling beyond comprehension. It was love.
I needed to tell her I loved her.
So here I am, sitting in the lot, looking at the stars with (Y/N). Doing something I l’amour with the one I love.
I look over at her, her eyes gleaming from the light of the fire.
“(Y/N)?” I ask as I grab her hand.
“Yeah?” She turns to face me.
“I-I think…” I start.
“Just say it,” she smiles.
“I l’amour you.” I blurt out.
She looks surprised for a second. But then she grins.
“I l’amour toi too.”
