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Lotor’s voice was uncharacteristically slurred. The sound of the crowd around them made it even more difficult to understand.
Allura leaned over her drink and tilted her ear closer to the man. His slightly spicy smell intoxicated her more profoundly than the drink set between them. “What, Lotor?”
He smiled genuinely with the movement crinkling the corners of his eyes. “You make me, me.”
She wondered if the statement was merely the result of liquid courage. Politely, she raised her hand to his temple and kissed his cheek.
He turned his mouth to catch her lips before pulling away. “I mean it,” he said more soberly than she had assumed possible after his choices tonight.
“I love you,” she offered. The sincerity in his eyes made her wonder if she had really mistaken his state.
He opened his mouth to repeat it, but nothing came out. Since they had begun this tentative relationship, he hadn’t said it. “You make me whole.”
“I feel the same way.”
“How? Were you broken too?”
A hint of pain took her heart. She kissed him again. “Yes.”
“We’ll fix it together.”