"I might be in love with you." He smiles a little. "I'm waiting until I'm sure to tell you, though."
"That's sensible of you," I say, smiling too. "We should find some paper so you can make a list or chart or something."
I feel his laughter against my side, his nose sliding along my jaw, his lips pressing behind my ear.
"Maybe I'm already sure," he says, "and I just don't wanna frighten you."
I laugh a little. "Then you should know better."
"Fine," he says. "Then I love you."
The war never happened in this. It is the development of Fourtris. I feel like that excerpt from the story is the start of their relationship. Enjoy!