That's fine. I'll hold on to all the faith until you're ready to believe in yourself.
[His hand raises to her face, gingerly cupping the edge of her jaw. Instead of responding to the other part, he leans in to kiss her again with as much tenderness as he can manage with consideration to how many fangs are there between them.]
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[His hand raises to her face, gingerly cupping the edge of her jaw. Instead of responding to the other part, he leans in to kiss her again with as much tenderness as he can manage with consideration to how many fangs are there between them.]