Della's smile was slow, but sincere as she leaned toward him and into the kiss. The worry ebbed as always, though sat deep down waiting to rear its ugly head. It was easy to get lost in the moment though, with her present and him, it was everything she needed, for now.

She leaned back, just a little, lashes fluttering open slowly, her smile turned dreamy. On a sigh, she chuckled a little at how romantically cheesy he could be sometimes; she absolutely loved that about him. "I don't think I knew that." Della wasn't sure she'd ever heard him admit that was when he fell in love with her. She had been a little slower, but not far behind in all honesty. He always knew just what to say to make her feel better, even if he didn't know it. "That sounds positively lovely." She agreed as she leaned in for another kiss.