""I have something to tell you," he says.
I run my fingers along the tendons in his hand and look back at him
"I might be in love with you." He smiles a little. "I'm waiting until I'm sure to tell you, though."
"That's sensible of you," I say, smiling too. "We should find you some paper so you can make a list or a chart or something."
I feel his laughter against my side, his nose sliding along my jaw, his lips pressing behind my ear.
"Maybe I'm already sure," he says, "and I just don't want to frighten you."
"I laugh a little. "Then you should know better."
"Fine," he says. "Then I love you."" - Divergent

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