"I can be very magnanimous," he chuckled, his arms around her, pulling her into what could only be called an embrace.

"I love you," he murmured against her brow, his chin wobbling in such a way that would have been humiliating had he been in front of anyone else but her.

He held her, kissing her hair, her brow, the bridge of her nose, until finally, he found her mouth with his own.