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Rannoch's words warmed her heart, and she shut her eyes to enjoy the moment. It felt as though he'd brushed away some of her awkward uncertainty with that simple note of affection, though it was back in full in the next few seconds when he parted his lips to speak again.

Liffey felt her heart begin to hammer even harder in her chest (if that was even possible). It was what she wanted too, but suddenly, she hesitated. She turned her head so that she could look into his eyes, but glanced away the second they connected, feeling embarassed and silly. "Have you... have you ever...?" she asked, unable to help herself in spite of how foolish she felt, "Before, I mean?" They had never directly spoken of any romantic interests they'd had before meeting each other, but her mind was full of curiosity now. What if he actually had been with another before her. Would that be better? Would it be worse? Suddenly, she was wishing she hadn't asked at all. But also, still very much eager to know.