“I know you love me too. You just don’t say it because you’re a badass cyborg and it’s going to take time to wear you down until you become more wordy. Your actions tell me what your mouth can’t.”

He smiled. “Is that so?”

“Yes.”

He slid down her, gripped the front of her pants, and began to remove them. “Let’s put that to a test. I think I’m very skilled with using my mouth to express my feelings.”

She grinned. “Give me your worst, cyborg.”

He paused, holding her gaze. “You’ve become the heart of me, Nala. I’ll only ever give you my best.”