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“Don’t give me a packaged answer. I want you to think about it. Our families, our goals, our personalities. They’re completely different. It’s easy to say we can overcome the differences now, when everything is new and exciting, but what happens five, ten years down the road? I don’t…” Her breath trembled on an inhale. “I never want us to resent each other.”
Her words pricked at my chest.
She wasn’t wrong. We were opposites in almost every way, from our habits and hobbies to our temperaments and taste in books. There was a time not too long ago when her eccentricities had repelled me as much as they’d attracted me. She was everything I shouldn’t want, but it didn’t matter.
I wanted her anyway. So much so, I couldn’t breathe.
But Isabella didn’t want emotion right now. She wanted logic, a concrete reason for why we would work, so I took a page out of my old Oxford debate playbook and refuted her arguments one by one.
“I understand what you’re saying, but your premise is flawed,” I said. “Our families aren’t that different. We have similar cultures, upbringings, and wealth.” The Valencias weren’t billionaires, but their hotels pulled in several hundred million dollars last year alone. They were more than comfortable. “Perhaps yours is less formal than mine, but that isn’t a dealbreaker by any means.”
“Your mom also hates me,” Isabella pointed out. “It’s bound to cause more friction sooner or later.”
“She doesn’t hate you. Her concerns have nothing to do with you as a person. She was simply worried about the effect our relationship would have on the CEO vote and my future.” A wry smile twisted my mouth. “The vote isn’t an issue anymore, and she’ll come around. Even if she doesn’t, I’m an adult. I don’t need my mother’s approval to be with who I want.” My voice softened. “And I want you.”
Isabella’s eyes glistened with emotion. Moonlight kissed her cheekbones, tracing the delicate lines of her face and lips the way I so desperately craved to do with my mouth.
I almost laughed when the thought crossed my mind. I never imagined I’d be jealous of nature, but here we were.
“There are other women who would fit into your world better,” she said. “Women without tattoos and purple hair and…and pet snakes. Who never get caught talking about sex at the worst times.”
This time, I did laugh. Quietly, but it was there. Only Isabella could make me laugh in the middle of the most important conversation of my life. It was one of the many reasons why I’d brave the Brooklyn Bridge in the dead of winter for her.
A small smile touched her lips before it faded. “I’m never going to stop being me, Kai, and I don’t want you to stop being you. So how can we be together when we belong to separate worlds?”
“By building one of our own,” I said simply.
“That’s unreasonable.”
“I don’t care. This isn’t aboutreason.It’s about love, and there’s nothing reasonable about love.”
The wind whisked the words away as soon as they left my mouth, but their impact lingered—in the audible hitch of Isabella’s breath, in the cascade of nerves rattling through my body. They left me feeling exposed and vulnerable, like my skin was no longer a barrier between me and the outside world, but I forged on.
“I love you, Isabella Valencia.” Simple and raw, stripped of all pretense except for the naked truth that had been staring me in the face all this time. “Every single part of you, from your laugh to your humor to the way you can’t stop talking about condoms.”
One of those laughs I loved so much slipped out, thick with emotion.
A smile flashed across my face before I sobered again. “You think you’re broken, but I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. Smart. Strong. Beautiful. Imperfect by your own standards but so wonderfully perfect for me.”
A fresh tear streaked down Isabella’s cheek. Unlike her earlier sobs, this one was silent, but it seared through me all the same.
I’d never fallen in love before her. Once I did, I did it the way I did everything else. Completely. Totally. Irrevocably.
“I’ve always prided myself on being the best. I had to be number one. I had to win. I collected prizes and awards because I saw them as a reflection of my self-worth, and I thought nothing tasted better than victory. Then I met you.” I swallowed the emotion burning in my throat. “And everything else…faded. We’ve been through some dark times, but you werealwaysthe brightest part of my life. Even when we broke up. Even when I walked out. Just knowing you existed somewhere in this world was enough.”
Isabella pressed a fist to her mouth, her eyes glossy in the silver light.
“I never really lived before you,” I said. “And I don’t want to imagine living after you.” I dropped my forehead to hers, my chest aching with need and want and a thousand other emotions only she could make me feel. “Stay with me, love. Please.”
A small sob bled through and soaked the night.
“You idiot,” she said, her cheeks wet with tears. “You had me atcondoms.”
Relief had the weight sliding off my shoulders. My body sagged, and the hands strangling my lungs loosened enough for a laugh to break free.
“I’m not surprised,” I murmured. “You do have a special fondness for condoms, especially of the—”
“Kai.”
