[He knew Marco was going to laugh.. at least it wasn't that mocking. Whatever 'shame' Jean could have felt over his honesty was silenced by the others lips, heart skipping a beat, still unable to keep the idea that this was Marco out of his mind.. Jean didn't want it to ever stop, something in him just questioned if he should let this happen sooner. For he hadn't lied and each time they'd kiss it bought this sense of warmth, like they were home but everything was going to be fine... like no one had died...
-that's all.
Cheeks stained red as he spoke.] Y-yeah, I'm ready..
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-that's all.
Cheeks stained red as he spoke.] Y-yeah, I'm ready..