Page 115 of Breaking Hollywood

He loves me.

Tears well in my eyes. And my heart is going crazy in my chest right now. “I love you, too. You know that, right?”

A smile edges his lips. “I do now.”

Then, he kisses me so hard and passionately that it knocks the breath from my lungs.

He presses his forehead to mine. “How did I get so lucky to find you?”

“I ran you over with my car.”

“And being with you is worth the broken foot, Speedy.”

“I think that’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

He tips his head back, staring into my eyes. “And me just telling you that I’m in love with you wasn’t?”

“Of course it was. I meant, that’s the second sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

He pulls me into his arms. “Nice save.”

“I thought so.”

He chuckles softly and holds me even tighter. And I don’t ever want him to let go.

Ava

It’s eight thirty a.m., and I’ve just climbed back into Gabe’s bed after letting Gucci out onto the terrace to do her morning business. I’m snuggled into his warm body when the intercom starts to ring.

“It’s probably the cleaners.” Gabe sighs. “I’ll go let them in.”

“No, it’s fine. I’ll go. I move faster than you do anyway.”

“Not for much longer.” He swats my ass as I get out of bed.

I speed walk out of his bedroom, jog over to the intercom, and pick the receiver up. “Good morning, Harry.”

“Good morning, Miss Ava. The cleaners are here.”

“Let them up, please.”

I hang up the receiver and go back into the bedroom.

“It is the cleaners,” I say, but I’m talking to myself, as the bed’s empty. I hear water running in the bathroom.

When I go in the bathroom, he’s at the sink, brushing his teeth, with the faucet going.

“Is it the cleaners?” he asks in between brushing.

“Yep.”

“Cool. Well, get your ass ready because I’m taking you out.”

“You are?”

He spits and rinses his brush under the faucet. “Yep. We’re going out for breakfast.”

“Like a date?”