“When— when you look at me like that… what does it mean?”
Ava furrowed her brows. “I have a look?”
The pink on Bea’s face spread down her neck and over her ears. She looked so beautiful that Ava couldn’t help but stare, enraptured. “Yeah, sometimes you— you’re doing it right now.”
Oh. Apparently, Ava had her own look of something.
Ava smiled softly, lovesick and hopeful that this shower would never end. “It’s love, Bea. I think you’re seeing love.”
Beatrice ducked her head as if she was briefly embarrassed. “Oh.”
Ava took the opportunity to press up onto her tiptoes and gently kiss Beatrice’s forehead. “What is it?” She mumbled against the wet skin.
“Has it always meant that?”
Beatrice lifted her head again to make eye contact with Ava. “Does that mean… you’ve loved me for a long time?”