She poked him gently with her finger. “Hey, you didn't mix up gratitude with love, did you?”
Her conclusion made him laugh. “I may not have much experience with relationships, and you're the only person I've ever had feelings for, but I'm not so clueless as to confuse gratitude with love. That's a ridiculous theory.”
Winona giggled. “I know, I was just kidding.” In the time they'd been together, she had never once doubted the sincerity of his feelings.
“So when was it? Was it love at first sight? I know! Back in Seastone City, when I ran into you at the restaurant because of my stomachache. That was it, wasn't it? You fell for me then.”
Elvis just smiled without answering. His silence only confirmed her suspicion.
“I knew it!” she said, gently squeezing his earlobe. “So you've liked me since way back then.”
Elvis sighed softly. “You silly girl.”
He had loved her for much, much longer than that.
Under the moonlight, Elvis walked at a steady pace, carrying Winona on his back. When the villa came into view, she patted his shoulder. “We're almost there. You can put me down.”
He'd been carrying her for a while now; she didn't want to tire him out.
“It's fine,” he said, not breaking his stride. “We're already here. I'll just carry you inside.”
“But what if someone sees?” Winona protested. “Your reputation as Mr. Rogers…”
“Let them see,” Elvis said, unconcerned. “I'm carrying my own fiancée. How could that possibly hurt my reputation?”


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