That makes her brows twitch, surprise and pleasure mixed, manifesting in that brief movement. Her eyes are soft as she meets his gaze, the way she knows they look when it's the two of them alone... and sometimes, when they're around others, as well.

Her look betrays her time and time again when it comes to him, but so does his. Which is why when he says he loves her, she already knows--but it still doesn't stop everything from clicking together.

"I'm not afraid. Not of her." She tugs on their hands, willing him to lean closer as she leans up, meaning to kiss him. "Does this mean I get to claim you properly, if you told her that?"