attn: David
But at this point in the evening it no longer feels like a big deal--the two of them are curled up under a blanket on the threadbare couch, half-naked, halfway through a twelve-pack, looking at pictures of Orkney on the laptop. She's feeling lazy and warm, David's arm around her shoulders and her settled in his lap, laughing at the way his accent gets thicker when he's tipsy. Giggling makes her shoulders shake and she leans back against him, closing her eyes, with a little hum.
"I love you."