[ Funny thing (a shame some would say, though neither of them would agree), just how sentimental they'd both turned out to be in the end.
Iain never says it and neither does she, but there's no denying it. Kind of obvious, actually, once you get them in the same room together. (He smiles more and she smiles less, the excesses of each — too loud, too quiet — balancing one another out and meeting somewhere roughly in the middle.)
Marling stares at her husband's mouth and, for once, doesn't seem hungry, just smitten. ]
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Iain never says it and neither does she, but there's no denying it. Kind of obvious, actually, once you get them in the same room together. (He smiles more and she smiles less, the excesses of each — too loud, too quiet — balancing one another out and meeting somewhere roughly in the middle.)
Marling stares at her husband's mouth and, for once, doesn't seem hungry, just smitten. ]
Pussy run off with your tongue again, luv?