Zayne's face softened. He tucked her hair behind her ear and leaned in, leaving a soft kiss on her forehead.
"Tell me when you're much more comfortable."
Evelyn nodded at him and stared at his face. They were both silent, and as if she'd been thinking, she mouthed to him, "I love you, Zayne."
He was a bit taken aback. She loved him, she'd said so. He still had little doubts, but hearing her say it often like this, as if she wanted to keep reminding him that she truly loved him, made his lips twitch as a smile pulled on his face.
"I love you more," he said, proceeding to weave his fingers through hers. "Can I move?" he asked.
She nodded at him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as she braced herself. Carefully, he began thrusting, gentle with it, and eventually, the little pain she felt was overcome with the pleasure that travelled all over her body, causing her feet to curl into the bed sheet.
