100 words. Jade/Tori. For ChampagneScene.
She laughs when we kiss.
Well, she doesn't, y'know, actually. But I can just feel it in the edges of her lips, on her fingertips. Like being with me is better than a magic sugar castle.
"I love you," she says, and then covers her mouth with her hand, like she can't believe that just came out of her mouth. But she's smiling broadly and her face is flushed in pleasure. "I love you."
I can see it in her face, the truth in it. "I love you, Jade."
I kiss her, and she can take that however she wants.