just follow your instinct

His soft "good morning" was like a current running through her, she had learned to take whatever affection he gave and treasure it. Samara hummed happily, he asked after the quality of her sleep and Samara smiled again. "Never better than when I'm with you." It was true, even if a bit forward. She had never felt safer or more cared for than in his embrace.

He softly spoke her name and Samara shifted slightly to be able to look at him better, she could feel there was weight behind what he was going to say and she searched his expression for a hint of what was on his mind. His words fell on her hard and yet felt as comforting as a blanket and as light as a feather. Her stomach fluttered with a strength she'd never felt before and for a moment she was struck speechless.

Samara finally seemed to find her voice. "Oh m- Rhyme." Her voice was breaking, too full with the wave of her emotions, all the love she'd held back, even if she hadn't exactly done a good job of it. And well shit, she was crying. "Took you long enough." She teased softly, trying to bury her face into his fur, feeling her face flood with heat, she was never this emotional! "I love you." She muttered.