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“Your heart is not your weakness, Cecelia. It’s mine.”
“After this, you want to watch a movie?” Dominic asks. “You can make that cheddar popcorn I love. We can crowd under that blanket that smells like…what’s that smell?” I choke on a fresh wave of fear. “Lavender,” I say as more tears stream down my cheeks. “Yeah. And I’ll let you watch a chick movie because all I really want to do is watch you
watch it. Your face gets all dopey when you get love drunk.” “Must be some good shit if she’s whipped you, Dom,” Matteo snarks, his vacant eyes lifting to me. “We love rainy days, don’t we, baby?” Dominic’s voice drifts up as he takes a step toward Matteo.
“Nous savions tous les deux que je n’allais jamais voir mes trente ans, mon frère. Prends soin d’elle.” We both know I was never going to make it to thirty, brother. Take care of her.
“Frères pour toujours.” Always brothers.
“Mother greet you,” Tobias replies. “Father keep you. I love you, brother.”
“Je baise mon poing tous les jours en pensant à toi.” I fuck my fist to you every day.
“T’aimer m’a rendu malade et je ne veux plus jamais guérir.” Loving you made me sick, and I don’t ever want to get well.
“Je suppose que je serai toujours la fille qui pleure à la lune.” I guess I’ll always be the girl crying for the moon.”
“It takes a queen to love and understand a king. Did you think this would break me? You made me!”
“Il ne me laisse pas l’aimer. Il ne me laisse pas essayer. Je ne sais pas quoi faire.” He won’t let me love him. He won’t let me try. I don’t know what to do.
Love isn’t an inconvenience, it isn’t a mistake, and the danger makes it all worth it. I walked through fucking fire for you. I survived hell for you. You don’t deserve me. You never deserved me, not at all. But I deserve you. I. Deserve. You. But it’s the king I deserve. It’s the king I want.” I clench my fists. “I loved the bastard I met, the thief that stole me, and the king who claimed me, but I refuse to love the coward. I hate the coward.”
He rubs his thumb along my cheek. “I did watch. That night you told me you hoped I was watching. I was. I have been the whole time,” he whispers softly, “I couldn’t look away.”
