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Could it be that she was moved by his sincerity in cooking for her today?
Samuel Johnson thought joyfully as he stretched out his hand to hold her in his arms, burying his face in her hair, intoxicated by her rhythmic breathing and feeling so blissful he could pass out.
He gently rubbed his face against her back and whispered quietly, "Amanda."
"I love you."
When he said these three words, his face inevitably turned red.
He had said these words to countless women before, words that came out effortlessly and held no weight, but in front of this person, he was embarrassingly at a loss.
Blushing and heart racing, he felt like a young girl smitten with spring.
Samuel Johnson leaned on Amanda Smith's body, and although he heard not a trace of response from her, holding her in his arms still filled him with satisfaction.
It was a happiness he hadn't even dared dream of the night before.
He fell asleep quickly with a smile on his face, leaning against her back.
