Counterbalance
"Thank you."
He kissed her forehead, letting his lips linger, and the simple act shredded her heart. Whereas a peck on the cheek could be informal, construed as a greeting or dismissal, a kiss on the forehead relayed so much more. To her, it meant deep intimacy, told a story. It said you're mine and I care, while hinting at protection and fondness.
Throat unbearably tight, she closed her eyes, needing to lighten the mood. "This wouldn't be a ploy for round two, would it? You don't need compliments. Just ask." She smiled at him, but he stiffened.
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