Sophie had only just found out that Colby had this uncanny knack for reading people, almost like he had a sixth sense for understanding emotions. He could always figure out what she was thinking, as if he was inside her head. They'd been apart for over a month, and Sophie realized she was only starting to get a glimpse of who Colby truly was.
“At first, I didn’t see it. I was worried you’d think I’m not good enough,” Colby mumbled, his eyes dropping to the floor.
“Oh, I definitely find you lacking,” Sophie teased, making Colby’s eyes darken with a hint of hurt.
“But seriously,” Sophie continued, “I find you a bit dense for not telling me something so important sooner! Love isn’t just some biological response. I just need to know you care about me, that I’m in your heart, that you’ll whisper sweet nothings to me, and have my back no matter what. That you’ll never betray me, never fall for someone else. That’s all I need. Love is a feeling, and it’s also the actions you take because of that feeling. I see it all, and to me, you’re not some emotionally detached robot. You’re my husband.”
Hearing Sophie’s words brought a spark back to Colby’s eyes. But before they could savor the moment, Sophie abruptly stepped back.
“Colby! Are you some sort of clingy shadow?” she snapped. “I told you to keep your distance! I don’t want to see you, and if you don’t leave right now, I’ll call the cops!”
Watching her dramatic flair, Colby couldn’t help but crack a small smile, even though his voice was tinged with a bit of mock suffering, “I can’t be without you. Please, don’t be mad, okay?”
Taking advantage of the moment, Colby pulled Sophie into a tight hug. It was forceful, but neither really wanted to let go.
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