She stood there like an angel, gracing his presence for no reason other than to damn him to an eternity in hellfire. Her hair masterfully tame yet unruly chocolate locks swayed as she shook her head with a graceful chuckle. Everything she did was so perfect and amazing. Her eyes gleamed with something he desperately needs to know he's not imagining. She stands a little too close to him and his breathe catches in his throat and his tongue burns with words he wants to say. His new heart feels ready to burst, she's so bloody gorgeous.
I'm in love you. Oh god I'm in love with you.
The words burn like salt and vinegar, he wants to say them so bad. He wants to scream I love you every day until he meets life's end. He's a bloody pirate for rum's sake and her he is weak in the knees for the good Queen.
He thinks her smile could fuel Storybrooke's electricity it was so bright. He could drown in the ocean that were her soft caramel eyes.
I'm in love you. Oh god I'm in love with you.
He wants to tell her so bad. I love you. He might burst with the love he feels. With the rapid beating of his heart and the dryness of his mouth.
And to his surprise—
"I think I'm in love with you, Killian."
—she says it first.
And all his unsaid words spill out of him like a tipped barrel.
I'm in love with you. Oh god I'm in love with you.