Freaks (Dirty Nasty Freaks, #3)

by Callie Hart

“I love you, Sera. I have for a while now. I’m sorry if that frightens you.” His words were a caress that ran along the length of my spine; I shivered, unable to stop myself. “It doesn’t frighten me,” I whispered. “It fucking should. This isn’t a let’s-date-and-see-where-life-takes-us deal, Sera. This is all or nothing. This is to the ends of the fucking earth and back. This is giving all, giving everything, total fucking surrender. Total victory, and total defeat. There is no going back from it. Not ever. So, I want you to really think this through. Really fucking understand. Don’t you dare tell me you love me unless—” “I do.” The words were out before I could do anything, to barricade them behind my teeth. “I do love you.” His hands dropped to his sides, his eyes widening. He looked astonished. “Sera…” “You’re not the only one who doesn’t do half measures, Fix,” I said. “You don’t have to be the only one who feels too much all the time. I had to feel so little for so long that I swore to myself I would never allow that to happen again. So, I’ll love you as fiercely as the sun fucking burns, and you’ll have to fucking like it, because you did this, Felix. You made me love you just as much as you love me, and it’s never going to go away now. I’m never going to go away. This is it.”