[ it's endearing the way that he mouths the words to her and that tumbling, fluttering, falling sensation that he's so very good at causing in her takes over. She grins like an idiot as she holds his gaze, finally dipping her head. Emotions that she doesn't have words for fill her up to bursting and why didn't anyone ever tell her love was like this? Maybe they tried and she just didn't believe them. Her lips part as if she's going to say something, but everything sounds far too sappy even to her own ears. Instead, she looks up at him, tucking her hair behind one ear, struggling for breath and something that doesn't make her sound the way she feels: trapped in an amazing fairy tale. ]

Alright, Mr. Salvatore. What have you got planned next?

[ She thinks, but doesn't say, and can it involve kissing me]