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The first time he broaches the subject, they're lying in his bed, having just finished their second round of fucking.
"Do you believe in love?" he asks, startling her. Bella stifles a giggle into the back of her hand.
"Jesus, Paul, way to keep up the tough guy image." She snorts and rolls her eyes before moving to straddle him.
"Do you?" Paul presses her, undeterred by her actions. She pauses, rather unnerved by his persistence.
"No," She answers without hesitation. "Not for a second."
He nods slowly, he'd been expecting that, and looks up at her beautiful face - her mouth is twisted in pain.
Before Paul can say anything more, she presses her lips to his and silently declares the subject closed.
And maybe when he mumbles something that sounds a little like an I love you into her mouth, she doesn't mind.
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