I do my best to make us look as sober and presentable as possible before heading off to find Nevaeh.
I can’t wait to tell her everything and end this day with my mate in my arms.
28. Are you sure you love me?
Nevaeh
Pulling Angel’s hoodie over my head and his boxer briefs over my legs, I leave the closet dressed top to bottom in my mate’s clothes and fall face-first on our bed.
I sigh into the mattress, groaning. The longer I’m away from Angel, the worse my mood gets. Turns out, being out of touching range from my mate is my least favorite thing in the world.
I’m lost in my thoughts, concentrating on Angel to see if he’s close enough to link now that I don’t hear the door open until the person I’ve been craving all day walks in. The moment I spot my mate, I spring up with a wide, giddy smile.
Angel mirrors my excitement, hurrying across the room and launching himself on top of me like the adorable menace he is.
“Hello to you, too.” I giggle, wrapping my arms tightly around him.
Before I can blink, Angel flips us until I’m straddling his lap. His lips curve into that gooey, soft smile as he twirls with the ends of my hair in his fingers.
“Your hair looks amazing.”
“Really?” I didn’t expect him to notice, given how little I let Grace trim.
“Mmh, I’m glad you didn’t cut much. I love your hair.”
Our lips graze, but every time I try to lean in for more, Angel pulls back. Why is this wickedly beautiful creature teasing me when he knows how badly I’ve missed him?
“I missed you like crazy.” Angel smiles, his hands roaming all over me like a starved man.
I whine, frustrated that he won’t stop teasing me. “Then let me kiss you!”
I grab his face and smash our lips together. Finally, that familiar spark rushes through me like a jolt to my soul.
Angel smiles into the kiss before catching my lower lip between his teeth, drawing a soft moan from me. His hand cradles the back of my head as his tongue sweeps into my mouth, tasting my desperation, only to pull back just as things were starting to heat up.
“I love you,” he murmurs against my lips.
His forehead rests against mine, his grip tightening on my hips like he’s afraid I’ll pull away after hearing it.
I’ve been stopping myself from blurting out the same word formonthsnow because no matter how I looked at it, I couldn’t believe someone likehimcould imagine his life with someone likeme.
I wasn’t even built properly to be considered broken.
My pity train derails when Angel breathes out, “It feels so good to finally say it out loud. I’ve been dying to tell you how much I love you.”
I’m dumbfounded. Completely lost for words. If not for Angel peppering butterfly kisses all over my face, I’d think this was a dream.
“Horrible decision, Angel. I’m crazy.”
“I love your crazy,” Angel chuckles.
He doesn’t let my doubts hinder our moment, just keeps looking at me with an expression I can finally put a name to.Love.
I’ve seen this love in his eyes a thousand times, felt it in his actions every single day, but I always brushed it off as comfort, safety. I can’t believe I never let myself sit with it. I spend so much time in self-doubt, thinking I was the only one falling.
“You love me? Likelove-love. Are you sure?” My voice softens with each word, doubts creeping in.
If I give him a way out, will he take it? Will he laugh it off, say he didn’t mean it?
