Gaby stiffened slightly when she heard his words. She was as shocked to hear them as Napoleon had been to say them aloud. All her talk about her being able to read him seemed like meaningless bluster. But when she looked into his eyes, wide with surprise, she did not feel anxiety or doubt. Just a kind of warmth that spread from her middle out to her extremities. She did not trust herself to speak, to not muddle the words. So instead she smiled, a warm, telling smile that said that might be true of her too. And she leaned down to brush her lips against his. The kiss was slow and tentative, like their first had been.
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