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A lone tear rolled down her cheek.
“Don’t cry, Gigi.” My tongue peeked out, licking up the drop. “I’ve been in love with you for so long.” I fingered the necklace wrapped around her throat. “Probably since before I gave you this necklace so many years ago.”
“God, Vince.” Her chin wobbled. “I’m in love with you, too.”
I cupped the back of her head and crushed my mouth to hers. “I know.”
A shaky laugh left her. “How?”
“Just do, babe.” I kissed her nose. “I have to tell you that it feels so much better getting that out. I’ve been wanting to tell you for years that I’m in love with you, but I was scared that you would reject me.”
“Never. I would never reject you, but I was scared about that too. I wish you would have told me sooner and I wish that I would have told you too.” Gigi stepped out of my embrace and went up to her dresser. Opening a drawer, she reached inside and pulled out a small box. Her gaze met mine in the mirror. “Come here.”
I did as I was told and stepped up behind her, leaning my chin on her shoulder and wrapping my arms around her middle.
“Do you remember when we took this?” She lifted a picture of her and I. We were smiling for the camera. It had been the night of my eighteenth birthday. She had a glow on her cheeks since it was right after I fucked her in her car. Looked like we started taking sexy pictures long before I even realized it.
“I forgot we took this.” I cupped her stomach. “We looked good together.”
“We still look good together.” Gigi ran her hand up and down my arm that was holding her tight. “I love you.”
I kissed the side of her neck. “I love you, Queenie. More than I could ever tell you but promise to show you just the same.”
Gigi placed her hand on her stomach. “We’re good.”
“No.” I turned her in my arms and cupped her face. “We’re fucking perfect.”
***
(Gigi)
Vince and I sat at my parents’ dining room table. Much to Vince’s dismay of course. After we confessed our love for each other, finally, he insisted that I go back to bed. I refused. I could sleep later. It was after eight in the morning and everyone looked exhausted, but our dads were determined to figure out what had happened.
The landline rang off in the distance, but we were too tired to bother.
Vince took care of it for us and came back a few minutes later. “They got the fire out but…” His voice trailed off.
“What?” My heart jumped to my throat.
“It’s bad, Queenie,” he said gently. “They also determined that the window was glued shut along with a few nails hammered into the windowsill.”
Curses muttered around the room but all I could do was stare at Vince over what he was telling me.
I exhaled a shaky breath, looking down at my hands on my lap. I had known all along that the fire wasn’t an accident, but it didn’t mean I wanted to be right.
“Gigi.”
I looked up at the sound of my dad’s deep voice. “I’m sorry.”
“Why areyousorry?” Dad scowled. “You didn’t start the fire. Whoever this asshole is that tried hurting my baby...”
Mom went up to him, placing her hand on his chest.
He sighed, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.
“The police are investigating,” Vince added.
“Maybe the window became stuck. It is old.” I was grasping. “Maybe someone from one of my parties messed with it or the wires or…” I didn’t want to believe that someone would intentionally hurt Vince and I.
