XCIII. Intense
He rubbed his jaw. "Okay," he said. "Not what I expected. But okay."
"You stupid buffoon," she said, and she was crying and laughing at the same time, and her eyes were bright and bold and intense and Merlin he loved her. "It took you long enough!"
He grinned. "Is that a yes, then?"
"Of course it's a bloody yes!"
"Good." He stood and pulled her into a hug.
"I love you," she whispered. "And that's not just the amortentia talking. I really, really love you."
He kissed her. "I told you you did."
