She loves me.
My lips crash against hers hungrily. I want to taste those words, consume them as if I could feel them in any other way than what I am right now. I need them.
“Say it again.”
“I love you.”
“Again,” My teeth scrape at her bottom lip, “Again, please.”
“I love you, Killian.”
My hands grip her beneath her ass and then I haul her up, her legs wrapping around me and begin to walk us from the room.
“Again,” I plead.
“I love you,” She whispers against my lips.
“Don’t stop saying it,” I beg as I take us to the stairs, her body wrapped around mine, “Don’t stop.”
“Okay,” She breathes, “I love you.”
I take her to her bedroom where I lay her down onto the mattress, covering her body with my own. The words, they’re on the tip of my tongue but I can’t release them. I can’t reciprocate the words.
I am in love with Savannah, I have been for a long time, but I cannot say them.
Not when loving her means losing everything.
She’s worth it but I don’t know if I’ll survive it.
So, I show her. I show her without the words, and I just have to pray that it’s enough.
Chapter Thirty-one
“Are you going tonight?” I ask as I pull out my black sparkly dress, the neckline is low, but the dress falls to just above my ankle with a high side slit that stops below my hip.
Killian sits on the edge of the bed, staring down at his cell. It’s been three days since he showed me the mural and I told him that I loved him. Three days where he’s asked me to tell him countless times. And I do, every time. I never expected him to say it back.
“I am,” He replies flatly.
Unease worms through me, working a knot into my stomach, “Are you okay?”
Silence greets my question, so I hang the dress back up and pad across the carpet, stopping in front of him in just the lacy underwear I have on.
His eyes snap up and his hands go to my hips, squeezing me ever so slightly. He softens, “I’m okay, Tiny Dancer.” He answers.
“Are you sure?” I worry my lip, “You seem distant.”
“Just thinking,” He replies, “You are stunning, have I told you that?”
“Three times today,” I smile at him.
His thumb circles gently against my hip, “I’ll meet you there tonight, we can’t show up together.”
It’s the first night in a long time where we will all be going out together. Bast and Willow have got a sitter for Hope, even Malakai and Olivia will be there even though Olivia is pregnant. It’ll be like old times, and it feels good. I just wish me, and Killian could arrive and be a couple like everyone else, except Dean of course, though I’m not sure he’ll ever settle down. He likes his own company too much. Sloane is coming too, which I’m happy about. She needs to start living again and if my friends and my family can give her that, she can have them.
“Maybe we should tell them,” I reply, my voice hesitant.
His hands immediately drop, “We can’t.”
