“You love me?” I whisper, my breath catching as I cup her face.
She blinks, startled, like she just realised what she said, but there’s no taking it back now. And I won’t let her.
“Tell me,” I urge, my voice low, firm.
“I love you,” she breathes. “Every single part of me does”
A slow, incredulous smile spreads across my face as I rest my forehead against hers. “I’ve waited so long to hear those words.” I lift my head slowly, my eyes locking with hers. “You have no idea what they mean to me. I swear, I’ll spend every day proving just how much I love you, sweetheart,” I say as my lips claim hers, cutting off any hesitation she might have. She gasps, her fingers curling into my shirt, holding on. I deepen the kiss, sealing the words with the only proof she’ll ever need.
I pull back just enough to hold her gaze, my thumb gently brushing against her cheek. “We’ll worry about the rest as and when it comes. But one thing’s for sure—we’re not letting go of what we have.”
Sana nods, her eyes shimmering with emotion. “I need to get back home today,” she says softly.
My heart sinks, and I frown.
“No,” I argue, shaking my head stubbornly. “I don’t want to go back. God, can’t we just stay here? Forget the world, forget everything—just you and me.”
“Tempting,” She lets out a soft chuckle. “But like you just said, we’ll face whatever comes our way. And that means we need to go and face our parents.”
I groan, dropping my head against her shoulder. “Why do you always have to use my own words against me?”
She laughs, her fingers threading through my hair. “Because it’s the only way to win an argument with you.”
I lift my head, narrowing my eyes at her. “You are a devil.”
“And yet, you’re completely obsessed with me,” she smirks, tilting her head.
I scowl. “That’s the problem, sweetheart. You could drive me insane, and I’d still want you.”
She grins. “So… shall we get going?”
I exhale dramatically, trailing my fingers down her arm. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
Her grin widens. “Maybe a little.”
I sigh. “Fine. Let’s go face the storm.”
She smiles, her hands cupping my face. “It will go fine.” Sana shifts slightly on the counter, her fingers still resting lightly against my face as she murmurs, “Will you feed me before we leave? Because I’m starving.”
As if on cue, her stomach grumbles loudly.
I let out a laugh, pressing a quick kiss to her nose. “I’ll order us something right now.”
She shakes her head, her lips curving into a teasing smile. “Well, I always dreamed that my man would cook for me. But if you can’t… I guess I should start looking for someone who—”
I cut her off instantly, my arms caging her in as I lean close, my voice dropping into a possessive growl. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence.”
She smirks. “Why not?”
“Because,” I say, brushing my lips against her cheek, “you’ve already sealed your fate with me. And I can damn well cook for you.”
She bites her lip, trying to hold back a giggle. “This… I have to see.”
“Challenge accepted,” I step back, rolling up my sleeves as I move around the kitchen, pretending to know what I’m doing. Which—I don’t.
Opening the fridge, I grab eggs and bread, then start hunting for a pan. Sana watches me with open amusement, her legs swinging slightly over the counter. “You sure you don’t need help?”
“Absolutely not,” I say, determined not to tamper with my man card. “I’ve got this,” I announce. Except I don’t.
