Matthew picked up her hand in his and studied it carefully, tracing a finger along her lifeline. “Do you care for me, Sasha?” he murmured.
“Of course I do,” she replied immediately. She cupped his face between her palms, starting intently into his eyes. “I care for you very deeply, Matthew. As a friend, a lover, a person.”
He smiled a bit sadly. “You don’t mention love. Is that because you don’t love me, or because you don’t believe in such things?”
His question visibly took her aback, and she stared at him in silence for long seconds. “I - I don’t know,” admitted Sasha. “I mean, I believe that love exists between partners, have seen it with my own eyes - Tessa and Ian, Julia and Nathan, Julio and Chad. Even my parents, though theirs is much more of a love-hate relationship. As for myself, I’m just not sure I know what it feels like. Romantic love, that is. Of course, I love my parents, my Aunt Linda, my family. But what I feel for you is much different, Matthew. Maybe it’s love, but maybe it’s just affection. How do you know the difference?”
Matthew lowered his lips to hers. “Like this,” he whispered, just before taking her mouth in a lingering, blistering kiss.
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