He's not the first person to have said it to her, but she doesn't remember it feeling this good until now and she smiles at him, bright and unguarded. "I'm just gonna pretend I've forgotten every day so that you'll keep saying it," she teases, running her hands down his chest, pausing just long enough to look at the tattoos and it's not like she hasn't seen them a bunch of times already, but she's never not going to think they're hot. When he unhooks her bra, a shiver races up her spine and she can feel goosebumps following as she drops both her hands to hem of her shirt and pulls it over her head. It gets caught on her hair for a moment and then she's dropping it on the floor, her bra following a second later and she's not nervous this time, not like she has been before. Maybe it's that they've already got the scary part out of the way and it turned out not to be quite so scary after all.

"I love you," she murmurs before she moves to sit down on the edge of his bed. There's a petal under her hand and she rubs her fingertips against it absently before reaching for him with her other hand, curling her fingers into the waist of his pants to pull him closer to her. She presses a kiss to his stomach, just above the line of his pants, and finds herself still smiling against his skin. "It turns out I could say that to you all day." She kinds of hopes she'll be busy saying other things in about twenty seconds, but she thinks she really could. She's never going to get tired of hearing it or saying it.