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[It's a good thing she contracts it all into three words. James doesn't know how to cope any other way. Sex and drink has always been his way, and he wraps his arm around her waist, holding her against him. That she can do this - that she can say that after all this makes him sigh out a breath that's almost content and certainly relieved.

She has every right in the world to hate him, and she doesn't. She, of all people, must know how easy it might have been for him to become that - he who saw women as disposable pleasures. She knew him the moment they met. And she changed him. He's never been so grateful for it.]

I love you too. [And he tips his head down to kiss her.]