Marcellus felt like soaring after hearing Winter's confession.
Surely, she still doesn't know how much he loves her. That should've been his line.
With a smile, he let out a sigh before leaning closer to her and kissing her on the forehead - then on her nose, cheeks, and lips. She sighs to herself, blushing. As he looks down at her again, she immediately turns away and hides underneath the blanket to hide her flushed face.
"You're really something else, Winter…" he said, standing up from his bed before putting his hands on its side and inching his face closer to hers, their eyes locked at each other.
"Thank you for those words. Those mean the whole world to me."
Winter sat up and gave Marcellus a pout.
Her cheeks are already hot enough as they are. She really didn't need him to make it worse. Still, she loves the way he says those sweet, kind words to her. He sure knows how to make her feel special.
