Lupus In Fabula

[Reeves]

It was a rhetorical question and he knew it was. But yet he hooked both a thumb and index beneath her chin and answered anyway.

"Per te potrei."
"For you I could."

It was a simple statement, conveyed humorously and not intended to be groundbreaking so far as their relationship was concerned. The actual meaning lay in how his fingers lay against her skin, in the otherwise tightly clenched and highly prized cup of coffee being on the verge of discarded on the kitchen counter. This was to say nothing about how she was being looked at, and even less about how he felt in the moment.

This must be what feeling content was like.

Or so he thought, while making a note to remember every detail of this for later, because the value of such a thing could only really be gleaned in wistful retrospect.

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