He asked.
No man would ever dare to ask that unless they knew the answer that would follow. Whispering it to his lover, breathing it into her ear. Touching her face watching her preparing to speak. Allowing her to find her answer deep inside. Laying there waiting in silence. Watching her eyes searching for feelings, fulfilled passion. Naked, exposed. Asking to confirm the feelings are real. Of course he knew the answer he had made it his mission to know her, to learn her, to memorize her. Asking this question knowing the answer, but asking it so she knew her choices were important to him. He wanted to know more if there was more, they would find it, loosely tangled in each others lives. Room to grow.
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