“LV, I will love you until the day I die. And probably even after.”
A strangled noise works its way up her throat.
“But do you stillloveme?” Another tear falls, and this time, I’m the one to wipe it away.
“With everything that I am,” I say, letting my fingers linger on her face. “If the way I’ve been acting hasn’t already given that much away.” I give her a soft smile.
“Can you forgive me?”
“Can you forgive me?” I repeat her question back to her.
“I have a confession to make.” She gives me a watery smile. “Travis was never going to take me to lunch. He only did it to see how you’d react. He did it for me. Just like the kiss that day. He kissed me to prove a point.”
“And what point was that?”
“That you still had feelings for me.”
“So you two were never...”
She shakes her head. “Just friends.”
“Why would you—”
“Because I still love you too,” she blurts before I can finish the question forming on my lips, sending my heart kicking against my ribs so violently I’d be surprised if it doesn’t break one. “I tried convincing myself I didn’t. That I didn’t care how you felt about me. That I didn’t care if you hated me. But the truth still remains that I do. That I love you. That I regret ever leaving. That all I want is to go back and do it all differently.”
I don’t know what to say to that, so I do the only thing I can do. The one thing I’ve been wanting to do since the day she came home.
I take her face in my hands...
And I kiss her...
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
London
Light warms my face, beckoning me to open my eyes, only they feel like they’ve been cemented shut. I’m so tired. So comfortable, that the thought of getting out of bed sounds about as appealing as walking on hot coals.
That is, until I feel the mattress shift next to me. My eyes dart open in an instant and lock with a pair of hazel ones, my heart skipping more than a few beats while I take in the sight of Penn Kade.
Memories of yesterday, of last night, slam into me with so much intensity they steal the air from my lungs.
Telling him I still love him.
Him saying he still loves me.
The kiss in the truck that quickly escalated.
I don’t remember the drive back to his house.
I don’t remember walking inside.
I don’t remember much of anything outside of his lips on mine, soft but urgent.
His touch, eager but gentle.
His weight settling over me.
His bare skin against mine.
