Prompt: Feelings
Stella was horrified with herself, completely and totally mortified beyond anything she could but into words.
She'd just told Don that she loved him for the first time over a pizza and beer.
Who did that?
It was something you did when you were telling your high school boyfriend that you'd love them forever and ever. It wasn't something you did when you were serious about someone. You didn't wait until the commercial of what would turn out to be a 12-inning Yankee game, wait until your boyfriend had a mouthful of cheesy pepperoni pizza, and then tell him you were in love with him.
And after you made that horrible mistake, you didn't run out of his apartment like your feet were on fire.
But she'd just done all of those things.
She was never going to be able to eat pizza again.
Or face Don.
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Stella was expecting the knock on her door, but she still jumped when she heard it.
"Who is it?" she asked, wanting to smack herself in the forehead.
"It's your boyfriend," Don said, "the one you make grand admissions to and then run out on."
She opened the door, "I didn't mean to run out, it's just…"
Don pressed his lips against hers, silencing her and driving every thought from her head.
Then he pulled away and looked deep into her eyes, "I love you too."
She smiled, "Even though I suck at all this relationship stuff."
He nuzzled her nose, "I don't know. I think you're just fine at it. Only next time you tell me you love me you might not want to run away right after."
"I'm so sor---"
"Try it now."
"What?"
"The saying it and not running part."
"Oh," she said, her heart pounding strangely in her chest, "Uh…I love you." She smiled, "I love you Don."
"See," he said, "You're very good at it. Next step…saying it while you're naked."
She smacked him on the head, as his lips found hers again.