AN: HELLO MY FABULOUS READERS!!!!!!!
First of all, I am sorry about the wait. I have stuff going on, and Im also working on another writing project, but thats pretty much over now, so I have more time for this story!
ALSO THE LAST OUAT EPISODE GAVE ME SO MANY FEELS LIKE I CAN'T I LITERALLY HAVE NO IDEA IM SO SCARED AND EXCITED FOR THE NEXT EPISODE.
As always, please please please comment! It makes me to happy and gives me so much motivation to write when I see what you think of the story. And also, I know for a fact my writing is messy, because grammar I can't (do you see what I did there?) so please please please leave me a comment on anything you think might me incorrect.
I hope you all like this chapter! Its a fluff storm, but more angst is definitely on its way.
"I thought it was true."
His words hang in the air, heavy in the silence. She wasn't sure how to respond. Part of her could see where he was coming from, see how he must have felt. Another part was relieved he hadn't seen right through her. Yet another part was still pissed off. The rest was just slightly thrown off by the fact that this was actually her life.
She let out a short breath.
"You shouldn't be surprised," she said curtly.
"Surprised about what?" He asked, eyebrows drawing together.
"That you were wrong," she said.
Hook let out an exasperated sigh, but out of the corner of her eye she caught him smiling. He had a smile that never failed to take her breath away. He smiled and the world fell away, until it was just the two of them, just her and the boy with the beautiful smile.
"I should be used to it by now I suppose," he mused.
"Especially because we're dating," she nodded, and he let out a snort.
"Very true love, very true."
They hit a blockade, about five minutes away from the store. It didn't look like they would be moving for a couple of minutes. There was some sort of commotion on the road, a and she knew that as Sheriff she should probably go investigate, but she had bigger issues right now. There is something that he said, back at the apartment. Lost in all the commotion, but he said it.
I love you.
She reached over and unbuckled her seat belt, turning her body so she was facing Hook.
"You know right?" She asked bluntly, "I don't need to say it, you already know."
Confusion flitted across his face.
"Know what lo-"
"I only ask because I am terrible at this sort of thing. It's out of my element, and I have never been able to do it. And I think you know, I mean, not that I don't want you to know, of course I want you to know, but I just can't say it. I can't. And the best part is I don't think I need to."
Hook looked at her like she was going insane.
She bit her lip, and held his gaze.
"Do I?" She whispered, her voice questioning, and quiet.
Neither of them says anything for a solid ten seconds. And then, the corner of his mouth turns up into the smallest, most beautiful of smiles.
"No. You don't," he says.
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