Elliot smiled at her. In opposition to his usual smiles, it was broad and wide and almost dewey in tone — as if nothing bad had ever happened to him.
"I think I love you," he admitted, warm and enthusiastic and practically mooning over her. He did love her, didn't he? He just hadn't known it until now.
"I think I love you," he admitted, warm and enthusiastic and practically mooning over her. He did love her, didn't he? He just hadn't known it until now.