Stella hummed against Don's mouth, murmuring, "I love you."
Flack's eyes widened in shock; to say that Stella had taken him by surprise would be the biggest understatement of the century.
It was the last thing he was expecting. In fact, if Don had to be honest he was not anticipating those three little words...ever.
This could not be called love.
Not even close.
It was too soon.
It wasn't too soon, they had been dating for months, but what he felt for Stella was not love.
His mouth numbed. "I—"
Stella smiled, reassuring, "Don, you don't have to tell me that you love me just because I've said it." Stella's smile widened. "Just tell me when you're ready."
Don laughed, gingerly stroking her hair. Will do," he muttered, before kissing Stella's forehead.
Stella sighed before resting her head against his shoulder with closed eyes, entwining her fingers with Don's.
Don's gaze drifted from Stella toward the ceiling, wondering just how long he could continue lying, because sooner or later Stella would have to know the truth. But until then what harm could lying cause?
Summary: It was the last thing he expected to hear. (Stella/Flack)