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“I love you, Ivy. You know that? There’s only been you. There will only be you. I love you so fucking much and that’s why I have to do this.” His voice broke again, thick and hoarse. “I’m sorry, Sweetness. Forgive me.”
“I’m about to sound cheesy as fuck and I’m kind of surprised that I even have to say this, but it’s not just about how you look. Don’t get me wrong, that’s a way nice bonus, but it’s you, Ivy. What’s on the inside, Sweetness.”
“When I found you outside, I thought I was too late. When I carried you into that damn room, I was covered in your blood. Drenched in it.” As he spoke, his gaze never left mine. “And when that fae doctor said that you were dying, it felt like a piece of me died right then and there.”
“I’d rather have you pissed off at me for the rest of your very long life than to allow the world’s brightest fucking star to go out. You can hate me today and tomorrow, but at least you’ll have a tomorrow, and I’ll make damn sure you have a whole bunch of them to be angry with me.”
“I can’t lose you.” “You haven’t.” He brought my hands to his mouth, kissing the top of both of them. “Then why does it feel like I already have?” Startled, I pulled on my hands, but he held on. “Why do you think that?” He looked up at me, his eyes the color of dewy grass. “Do you really have to ask that, Sweetness?” I started to say yes, but the word died on my tongue. My thoughts raced to find a way to deny why he’d feel that way, but I came up empty. Not because he was right. Not in the way he thought. Because it wasn’t him losing me. It was me losing myself.
“I’m about to shove these idle hands so far up your ass, you’ll think you’ve become a puppet.” “You know what?” Ren leaned forward, lowering his voice. “I might actually enjoy that.”
“Stop fighting,” Tink said, dancing back and forth between us. “It makes me anxious.” “It makes me wish I had popcorn,” Fabian added.
“Thank the faery lords and ladies, I will not be a product of a split home.” “For the last time, we are not your parents, Tink.” I shook my head as I started to turn but stopped. “Pick up your bag.” Ren leaned in as Tink snatched the bag off the floor. “You sound like his mom.” “Shut up,” I hissed.
“I’m looking at you, Sweetness. Always am even when my eyes aren’t on you.”
I loved this man. I loved him because he chased when I ran. I loved him because he never gave up on me, not when I was being held captive and not when I’d closed myself off, shutting everyone out. I loved him because he was a good man, and if I wanted to say screw all of this and leave right now, he’d be right there with me. I loved him because I knew that he would be standing next to me later, ready to fight by my side. I just loved him.
