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“I told them I’m your fiancé.”
My eyes pop open. “Wait, what? Why?”
"As soon as I heard what happened, I rushed to the hospital."
"Yeah, but why did you come?"
"Because I want to marry you, Via."
14
Massimo
Hold on.What the hell are you doing?I heard she was shot and rushed to the hospital to find Penny, Jeanne, and Luca in the waiting room. The doctor said Via wasn’t in any danger, but he thought she was likely to scar. Jeanne and Penny had been extremely upset and wanted to stay. The doctor didn’t think she’d wake up till the morning. I told them to go home and get some rest before they went on stage for the musical’s performance. I promised them I’d call with an update.
Then I walked into Via’s room, settled down in a chair by her side, and held her hand. She was so silent, so still, so pale. I wasn't able to take my gaze off of her. The doc said she was going to be fine, but my instincts wouldn’t let me rest. I held her hand all night, willing her to awaken. For the first time in my life, I prayed. And when I couldn’t pray anymore, I researched famous actors and actresses who went on to be successful, despite having scars on their faces. When she finally opened her eyes, I was so relieved. I’d had enough time to think in the dark hours of the night. Seeing her lying helpless in bed, everything else faded in importance. She’s the only thing of consequence. The queen of my heart. The one thing I’d prioritize before anything or anyone else. The only thing that I want in my life. I need her with me, at my side. She’s what I’ve been waiting for all this time.
So, when she asked me why I came, I wasn’t able to stop myself. The pent-up hours of worry had loosened my mouth and the words had poured out. I hadn’t meant to ask her to marry me… I have to admit, when I told the nurse I was her fiancé, it felt right. And when she woke up and asked me how I got in there, I couldn't help myself. I told her, and as soon as I did, I knew how much I wanted it. I want her to be my wife.
"Wh-what did you say?" She gapes.
“I want you to be my wife." I slide out of the chair and onto my knees, and brush my lips over her knuckles. "I’ve spent the last few hours watching over you and all I could think of was, I’d give anything to watch you look at me with your beautiful green eyes. I’d surrender all of my wealth to have you smile at me. To wrinkle your nose as if you’re going to sneeze when you’re thinking something through."
"I don’t wrinkle my nose." She scowls, wrinkling up her nose at me. Then winces.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, it’s this stupid bandage on my face. I can barely feel my nose, thanks to the painkillers they’ve pumped into me.”
I open my mouth and she scowls. “Which is the only reason I tried to wrinkle my nose, by the way.”
“Of course.” I can’t stop my lips from twitching.
Her frown deepens. "Either way, I can’t marry you."
"Why not?"
"Because I don’t know you. I only met you a few weeks ago."
"We met nearly a month ago, and we know each other well enough."
"I don’t mean only on the physical level," she points out.
I allow my lips to curve in a smile. "It’s a very important part of any relationship. We are combustible, Via, you and me. The chemistry between us is potent. Also, we get along well, and we can hold a conversation without boring each other. It’s more than most couples have going for them.”
"That’s no reason to marry someone," she retorts.
"After what happened on stage, I’m going to do my best to keep you safe. If we were married, it would be so much easier to keep you safe."
"So, I should marry you to make it convenient for you?" She huffs.
I lean toward her, and below the smell of antiseptic, the scent of vanilla and coconut lingers—her scent. I draw it in and my heart stutters. Also, my cock instantly goes on alert. What witchcraft is this that I only have to smell her to turn into a yearning mass of need? "You should marry me, because—"
"Because?" She licks her lips.
My gaze lowers to her mouth, and when I raise it, her green eyes flicker. "Because you have feelings for me, but you don’t want to admit it,” I murmur.
"What are you, a mind-reader?" She scoffs.
