Christine knew, deep down, how silly it is of her to feel like this. Especially after he admitted to that. Though she still had her doubts given how much he put into each of his compositions but surely he put more into what they shared? Or even an equal amount. She sighed ever so softly and glanced away partly out of embarrassment for thinking such a thing but also partly because she did sometimes worry. She worried that she would never be enough for him. Never be everything he needs.
However that hand in her hair had her eyes once more on his and that one word said more than any composition could say. She knew that love had been difficult for him to accept. She could vividly remember his reaction to her first admission of love. But now he seemed far more comfortable with that and it warmed her heart. But she had no chance to respond vocally and had to resort to physically a she kissed him back. They had seemed to perfect this. Though perhaps every kiss felt right because the marriage felt right. Either way it did not matter. His kiss would always be enough to make her feel like she is melting and flying all at once.
Christine felt more than happy to continue the kiss for as long as possible. Her own hand came to rest ever so softly on his stomach as she continued the kiss with everything she had. She would not pull away until it was absolutely necessary and that did not seem like it would happen any time soon.