If Ray was ever to say something over and over again, it would be-
"I love you."
"You're starting to be annoying. Don't you get tired of saying that?" I said reaching for the tea on the counter.
"Why would I get tired of it?"
"Proclaiming it so loudly, doesn't it annoy you?"
He stood up and walked over to me and I was pulled by the arm into a warm embrace. He hugged me tightly and putting my head in his hand. I sat the tea back down and hugged him back, gently.
"I love you." He whispered into my ear.
I flinched at the feeling of his breath and grabbed at his sleeves.
"You are always whispering sweet nothings to me."
"The things I whisper don't become worn out. These words I whisper mean something to me. I don't grow tired of loudly proclaiming my love for you because I love you." He said looking at me sternly.
With my hands shaking, I confessed feelings that were a thousand years old. Feelings that I hadn't said in a century.
"I love you, too."
"It always takes you so long."
He kissed my forehead and looked down at my face. "What words do you whisper?"
I looked at his tattooed hands that seemed more worn than before. Holding it against my chest, I glared at him expecting him to be in surprise. He reacted in the complete opposite way.
