"Daphne, I'm not asking this to hurt you. I would never dream of wounding you on purpose. That I hope that you know from all these years," he began to reply to his best friend's words before she had a chance to finish. Words seemed to beg to burst forth from his lips, however, three little words caused him to fall silent. Of course, Blaise knew that she loved him. It was obvious with the way that they behaved with one another and where some of their time together ended in pleasure, but he never expected her those particular words towards him. It could have been seen as rash at the time, but he had spoken of his true affections towards the beautiful woman during their time in Greece. Blaise was a man that hadn't feared anything throughout the years, but he did care and wanted to shelter Daphne from any sort of pain, which is why he never mentioned where his heart lyed fully for her. "You love me?" he asked once again, eyes glued within her own as the tears streaked down her perfect cheeks.
Never one to back away from something that he had desired, Blaise had taken the steps closer to Daphne until they were close once again. In what seemed one quick movement, his hands were placed upon her cheeks and wiped away the stains of tears from his best friend cheeks. It wasn't too much longer that he pressed his own lips upon her own, feeling as though it had been years since their last action of the sort. As he started to pull her closer into the sweet kiss, he broke it slowly and left his lips lingering inches away from her own. "I don't want to lose you." If there was anything that Blaise feared, it was loosing the woman before him.