I wiped my tears furiously, pulling over in my garage.
My breath trembled, but I reined in my tears. I wasn't going to shed a single tear for that asshole anymore. He didn't deserve it, and he sure as hell didn't deserve me.
I marched grumpily out of the car, slamming the door shut. I fetched my keys, unlocked the door, and stepped in. A groan escaped my lips as I kicked my heels off my feet.
I tossed my beret somewhere, flicking on the light.
A loud yelp flew out of my mouth when I spun around and saw him slouching on my couch like he owned the damn place.
"What the fuck?!" I screeched.
“Merry Christmas to you, too.”
"How did you even get in here?"
"I have my ways."
"Yeah, right." I scoffed, hurling one of my Louboutins at him, but he ducked. "Get out of my house."
"Not until you hear what I have to say," he insisted.
Something snapped in me. Something ugly. I damned the odds in my head and marched toward him. "I DON'T CARE."
He visibly flinched, but I wasn't done. I shoved at his chest. "I don't care what you have to say to me, Luca. I didn't care back then, and I don't care right now. Three months, Luca. Three months. You tossed me aside for three months, and you think you can come in here and tell me what to do? Fuck you!" I kept punching his chest with tears streaming down my face.
He didn't stop me. He let me hit him as much as I needed.
I glared at him, my chest heaving. "I hate you so much."
"I hate myself too, baby girl," he whispered, wrapping his arms around me and tugging me into him.
I hated how my body melted against him. The smell of his cologne, one that had always been ingrained in my memory,assaulted my senses, and I breathed him in. My eyes raked his features, taking in how unkempt and miserable he looked.
He was in his usual button-up shirt, but it looked rumpled, and some buttons were undone. His hair was tousled and messy like he had been running his fingers through it.
"I hate myself for everything I said to you. I should never have said those things to you. I was just terrified," he continued.
"Of feeling?" I whispered.
He nodded. "No woman has ever consumed me the way you do. You have me so wrapped around my fingers, and I was convinced that it shouldn't be like that. But baby, these past few months without you in my life have been hell. I didn't realize how much I needed you until I pushed you away."
The sincerity in his words cut through me like a blade. Mist quickly gathered in my eyes.
"I know I can't take back the things I said to you, but if you don't at least let me try, I'll lose the little shred of sanity I have left." He pressed his forehead against mine.
"You hurt me," I choked out. "More than anyone ever has."
"I know," he murmured.
His lips brushed mine, and I leaned in in anticipation. It didn't take long before I claimed his lips in a kiss. He groaned, pressing me against his chest. I cupped his face, deepening the kiss, but he pulled away.
"I love you, Sienna." Those words made my breath hitch. "Come back home with me. Please."
I let out a sob, kissing him so hard until I couldn't breathe.
"I love you, Luca," I whispered. "Of course, I'll come home with you."
This was where I belonged, with this man who won my heart with one blind date.
THE END.
