[France kisses back eagerly, letting himself be completely in the moment with it. He blinks slowly, languidly when Envy pulls back, moving forward slightly to keep himself tucked against Envy's side.]
I want to make you feel special.
[He gestures expansively to the sea and sand, the blanket and the spread. Cecelia has come to rest half on the shore and half in the water, her red eyes at half-mast, reflecting a contented glow.]
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I want to make you feel special.
[He gestures expansively to the sea and sand, the blanket and the spread. Cecelia has come to rest half on the shore and half in the water, her red eyes at half-mast, reflecting a contented glow.]
It's part of my love letter to you.