He loves me.
I knew he had feelings for me. Obviously. A guy doesn’t just stalk someone, protect them, move them in and do everything he has done for me if they didn’t. But hearing it from him, that he actually loves me shatters the last wall I had in place.
I’ve been so used to not being seen, and seeing myself as unlovable, that I never really thought it was a possibility for him to ever feel that way about me. I’ve been waiting for him to grow bored of me, for him to let me go. I’ve been dreading the day that happened, knowing it would be the final straw and that I would finally break.
Only that’s not what happened. As usual, this incredible man goes and does the opposite of what I expect him to do.
“I love you too,” I whisper, and his eyes practically bug out of his head.
“Come again?” he whispers, like he can’t quite believe what he’s hearing.
“I love you.”
“What? How? Why?” Disbelief written all over his face, like he wants to believe me but just doesn’t know how.
“You came into my life and rewrote my DNA, changing it so it fits perfectly with yours and making it so I can’t exist without you. You may not think you deserve me, that your sharp edges will cut me open, and you’ll ruin me. But I think the opposite, I think your darkness kinda reminds me of the night sky—beautiful to look at. And your sharp edges fit perfectly with my broken ones, you won’t ruin me, Enzo. All you’ve done from the moment you bombarded your way into my life is put me back together and show me what it’s like to feel complete.”
Moisture forms in his eyes, and I watch, completely transfixed as a single tear sheds from his eye and do the only thing I can think of—I bring my thumb to his cheek and pick it up the same way he did mine not too long ago and bring it to my lips, sharing the pain he’s shedding and keeping a part of it for myself. Keeping a part of him for myself.
“Fuck, Robyn,” he rasps and brings his mouth to mine, kissing me slowly before I rise to my knees and lower myself back down onto him, to show him just how much I love him right here on my desk chair.
“Can’t I just stay here? I don’t want to intrude on their home,” I say for the third time in the last hour.
Enzo told me last night that his family finally found the guys who were after me and they’re “dealing with them” tonight and that he wants me to stay at Luca’s apartment with him and Izzy while they do that. I liked Izzy when I met her, but I don’t know her nearly enough to just randomly stay with her and her husband while my boyfriend is busy. I’ve also never met Enzo’s eldest brother, and if he’s anywhere near as intense as Marco is then, well… I don’t feel like being uncomfortable while waiting for Enzo to do whatever he’s doing; I’ll be worried enough without the added stress.
“Please, angel. I need to know you’re safe while I’m gone,” he pleads. His eyes are begging me to go along with it, and I can’t for the life of me say no. Considering the city knows him as this insane psychopath, he’s really just a sweet man with… psychotic tenancies.
“Okay,” I murmur and press a kiss to his lips before following him out the door.
The ride is quiet, neither of us opting to speak until we pass a building that Enzo points out.
“That’s my building,” he states casually.
“What do you mean ‘that’s your building’?”
I turn my head to look at him and he gives me a sheepish grin and pops a shoulder.
“I mean that’s my actual apartment. I own the penthouse of that building. I only bought the apartment we’re in now because I wanted to be closer to you.”
“You bought an apartment? Are you insane?!” I screech and he winces at the sound. “I figured you had always lived there, and you were just a minimalist, I had no idea that you didn’t actually live there. So what are you going to do after this when I go back to my apartment? Are you going to move back to your penthouse?” I ask, suddenly panicked at the thought of him not being so close to me. I never really thought about the fact that I’d be moving back into my apartment after tonight.
“Like fuck am I letting you just move back into your apartment on your own. We either both move in there, we stay where we are now, or we both move into the penthouse. I can’t go back to living without you angel, I just can’t do it. Please,” he begs, and butterflies erupt in my stomach.
“We’ll figure it out, okay? We can talk about it tomorrow,” I say softly, not wanting to freak him out but also not wanting to make a decision right now.
Everything has happened so suddenly, and it’s not like we have a typically conventional relationship, I need time to figure out where my head is at. I know that I love him without a doubt, but should we really be living together after only a couple weeks of dating? What if we’re only really dating because we started things off with me living with him? What if he eventually gets sick of me?
He sighs. “Okay. But I hope you know I’m never letting you go. You’re mine, Robyn. And I’ll never be able to go back to life without you. You’re it for me, you’re my fucking lifeline and I refuse to live without my heart.”
