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POV:Third Person

Rose knew that Dimitri loved her. Hell, he had basically admitted that he could never love anyone else after Spokane. But even then, she needed a few. Stolen kisses, the accidental brushing of hands, and their sporadic, emotional moments aside, Rose sometimes wondered if he really loved her as much as he claimed to.
And then she'd remember how he had volunteered to help her with calculus and then ended up doing most of her assignment himself. How she'd found him outside her exam hall "supervising" after she'd suffered through a particularly difficult exam. Or how she'd find lozenges or toffees outside her dorm whenever she'd had a bad day.
She'd remember their many internal jokes, about how he trusted her with the secrets he kept locked inside. She'd remember how he would light up when she confessed her secrets and crazy plans. About how he defended her time and again whenever (and often) she got into trouble.
She'd remember how happy and proud he would look whenever she did something mature or guardian-like. How he'd nod in approval and amusement when she could behave civilly towards Stan for an entire class. And how his eyes would tighten slightly whenever any other guy flirted with her. How his lips would flatten when someone else touched her hair, the hair that he loved so much. How he would pretend to shake his head in disbelief whenever she showed up to practice early. And how he had pouted in the cutest possible way the time she insisted that he watch Kung-fu Panda with her and the gang in the lounge and then, actually sat beside her during the movie. And wordlessly passed her his popcorn when she finished hers.
She thought of how he nervous and adorable he looked when he gave her small gifts, like her favorite lip gloss, or a pair of gloves, or even a brand new ponytail-holder. And how he almost blushed when she gave him her small offerings, like a mix-tape she made to enlighten him about 21st century music, or the tacky mug she'd managed to make in her pottery class.
And then, Rose would realize that he loved her just as much as he said he did. And then, she'd look up and her searching eyes would meet a pair of warm brown eyes from across the room, and the smallest of smiles would ghost across his face for a second. A smile that she knew that only she could bring when he was in full guardian-mode.

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