"We haven't been together very long," George began as he ran his palm up her side and back down slowly. It really wasn't long, just a month and a half of actual dating, and not much longer than that of flirting. But it felt longer. It felt like forever. But not in the dragging, miserable sort of way. In the way that meant time felt like it was meaningless.
"But," he went on, knowing that what he was about to say would likely cause them to break the rule, "I'm crazy about you. And I hope it's not too soon, given everything we've been through, all the things we've yet to go through, to tell you I'm in love with you."