Since they had met, Karl had always taken the dominant role—initiating gestures, speaking sweet words, and making every effort to win her over.
Marylin's personality was naturally reserved. Their temperaments were like fire and ice—Karl warm and proactive, Marylin cooler and more restrained. So even though they had gotten together and moved in together, Marylin had hardly ever spoken sweet words to him.
Now, hearing herself softly uttering such heartfelt words, Karl's heart melted instantly. A wide, bright smile spread across his face.
"Really?"
Marylin nodded.
"Really."
In truth, the words she had just said weren't intended to make Karl happy—they had slipped out unconsciously. And at that moment, she finally understood why he spoke so many loving words to her every day: when one's feelings for someone run truly deep, those words spill out without thought.
