"Am I?" he was smiling a sleepy sort of smile as if dazed by such a thought. The confession of her love made his gaze sharpen, his expression too. He looked dreadfully serious when he said it back, voice nothing more than a hoarse whisper.
"I love you too," he had lifted a hand to her cheek and was drawing his long fingers down across her small neck, thumb resting briefly over that unhurried pulse of hers. The serious expression softened and with his eyes focused on where his hand rested he continued to ask her questions, continued to distract himself.
"So..October 31st, evening... have you found your dress yet?"