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“Could always sleep in my bed. I’ll protect you.” “Dream on.” “Believe me, querida, I will.”
She’s…. light. She’s literal sunshine. And it makes a burst of anger shoot through me because I know that for so long, she was with someone who did nothing but dim her.
And when he murmurs, “I just gotta hold you for a sec,” in a quiet, calm, honest voice, that feels pretty freaking perilous too.
“Sometimes, I find it hard to look at you,” he murmurs, “because you’re so fucking beautiful I can’t think.”
Chuckling, Nick pries my hands away when I try to hide behind them, holding them firm as he leans in and kisses me too gently for my brain to handle. “It was cute.” This is what fucks with me, I realize. The softness. When he’s sweet to me—and only me, through his own admission.
“Gosto mais de você do que desejo.”
“It was my dad’s favorite book,” he explains, a definite tremor muddying his words. “And mine.” Maybe this can be your favorite too, are the words written on the title page, and in a rare occasion, I’m stunned into silence. He got me a book. An important book that clearly means a lot to him, if his behaviour is anything to go by.
“I need to leave because you are everywhere, all the time, and I can’t fucking think straight. I can’t fucking breathe, Amelia. I can’t stop wanting you and I hate it because you don’t want me.”
“I meant it, okay?” No more rules. No more secrets. No going back. “I’m all in.”
“Nicolas Silva,” I drawl through a tempered yawn, “are you asking me to be your girlfriend?” Golden eyes flash and my heart skips. “I’m not asking.”
"You are the best fucking thing that's ever happened to me."
I'm complete. Battered and bruised but no longer broken.
