A/N: Yes, I realise this is now in almost-first-person when the last chapter was in third person. I'm….keeping it fresh, 'kay?
comparisons are easily done once you've had a taste of perfection – Thinking Of You – Katy Perry
and she's twenty one years old
"I love you, Theodore." She says simply, placing one hand beside her thigh on the bench, closing in the space between you when she places the other on your rough cheek.
Okay, so you both know this is very-slightly embarrassing, not to mention a little awkward. Neither of you has said 'I love you' for - it must be three years? Ever since…well. She played the guessing game. About Lily, of course.
But everything's different now. Because you're not in love with Lily anymore, are you?
So you say you love Victoire back, while all the time you're mind can't seem to get in the right frame of mind to kiss her. It's like, her hair is the wrong colour, (though still beautiful) and he hands are so clean and she's too thin…
And her perfect, heart-shaped face is somehow not the right shape to fit yours, as you lean towards her anyway.
Because kissing Lily that one time wasa pure taste of perfection. And somehow, as you kiss Victoire, there's no feverish thoughts running through your head, or sudden rush of heat that wants to make you pull her close and never let go. It's just, a kiss. But a good one.
And she smells of perfume, you notice, but nothing else.
A/N Okay…there will be more Lily/Teddy in the next chapter. But I'm training myself how to write multichip fics and… the chapters have to be short.
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