A Simple Truth (The Freckled Fate #2)

by Tetyana Walker

It was always going to be her.

maybe it was a bit foolish of me to think that I could ever resist or deny something that was engraved in every cell in my body, in every drop of my blood. Her. I wanted her.

I wanted her completely. Her heart, her soul, her body. I craved all of her. Nobody else but her. All of her for me. Only mine.

I would gladly burn them all—the good and the bad—if it meant I could keep her by my side.

I was waging a bloody war and yet, the only thing that actually mattered to me was her. Her gaze, her touch, her words, her feel.

There was only ever her wish, her desire, her pleasure.

I would be patient, for her. I might not have been her first love, but I would be her last. Even if it took me a damn eternity to conquer her heart.

“Because I fucking love you, Finnleah! Because my whole soul trembles in your presence, my heart bleeds when you are away, and air burns like acid when you are not close. Because there isn’t a price I wouldn’t pay for you. I’d start a million more wars for you. I’d burn this whole fucking world down if it meant you’d be near.”

“So yes, I started a war for you, and I’d start a million more. I’d kill for you. I’d die for you. I would do anything you wish me to. You are the one I love, Finnleah. You are the one I desire. You are the one that holds the entirety of my body and soul. And if that’s not enough, then please tell me what is.”

My mouth trailed down her tender neck, unsure if I was breathing any longer. But even if I wasn’t, it didn’t matter. She was my air, she was my sustenance, and life.

It was like I was thirsty my whole life, only now tasting water. As if only now I could fully breathe; only after today, life gained meaning. I was so in love before, but now? There was such a bond between my soul, my body, my mind and her, that even if I somehow forgot my own name, I would always and forever remember hers.