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Su Xiang led Xun Zichen to the bed, pulling him in.
She cupped his face, kissing him fiercely, feeling the slide of his tongue over hers and the sharp exhale he made against her mouth.
"I love you," Xun Zichen whispered, reminding her.
Her heart clenched at the words because she felt it through his voice, his actions. "I love you, too," she replied genuinely.
He entangled his legs with hers, and the towel slipped from the waist, the only piece he wore. Su Xiang loved the feel of his muscled body, the generous touches he made on her skin, causing her to murmur his name.
Zichen. Zichen. Zichen; his name rolled off her tongue like a song, a song about their voyage and journey. From all the times he was gone, he thought of her, and she thought of him. There wasn't a moment of realization between them; it was a gradual feeling between denying their sensitivity towards each other, the aching want, afraid of what the other thought.
