The crackle of the fireplace in front of you was all deafening as you awaited a reaction to that all too aching confession. Your eyes were trained on the fish you held over the flames, watching the juice drip from it, trying your best to remain nonchalant, but in reality, you were anything but.

A giggle escaped her, a sweet, long giggle, and you practically already knew what it meant. "Well, shit." Your eyes raised to meet her own, which were crinkled from the smile planted upon her lips. "I've grown a bit too fond for you, I ain't gonna lie," she added. "I'd argue that I like ya a whole lot more than you like me."