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I need to tell her or, better yet, show her, so she never doubts us again and she stays with us forever.
I know she’s not used to a family, but she needs to get accustomed to it quickly because we won’t let her go, even if she wants us to. We won’t chain her like her father, but we will follow her anywhere.
“Hey,” she says softly as I enter, her eyes sparkling. Her hair is tied up in a bun, and she’s looking way too fucking beautiful. For a moment, I freeze and just stare, feeling unworthy and far too scarred for her, but then she pulls a chair over for me and pats it. I sit beside her and hand over the food.
She arches a brow but takes it. “Thanks.” She starts to eat as I nod. Nova watches me, probably realising something is wrong.
Think, Nico. Speak before she finds it weird.
I have nothing.
All I need to do is prove I love her.
The way to do that is to lay myself bare so she knows every part of me, even the parts the others don’t.
“I hate tight spaces,” I blurt, and her spoon pauses before she swallows.
“I know,” Nova says, and I stiffen. “I notice things.”
I look away for a moment, but her soft hand lands on my thigh encouragingly. Her touch is so soft and warm, it thaws my bitter, cold soul. “He used to lock me in them, and they were so small, I could barely breathe, couldn’t move, in the dark.”
“Nico.” She puts her food down and before I know it, she’s on my lap, cupping my face. I press my forehead to hers. “You don’t have to tell me. We all have our issues from what they did, but all that matters is the future.”
“I know, but I want you to know all of me,” I admit softly. “Not just who I am now.”
She kisses me, and when she pulls back, I grip her hips, tugging her close to give me strength as she straddles me.
“I hate the dark.”
She shrugs. “I hate labs.”
“I’m terrified of tight spaces and being locked away and forgotten.”
“I’m terrified of needles,” she admits.
Her confessions give me strength. “My favourite colour is black.” I grin, and she laughs.
“Mine is red. How boring are we?”
Smiling, I stroke her back. “I’m still scared of your father, even though I’m an adult now.”
“So am I, and he’s dead,” she replies, as if daring for me to keep going and try to tell her something that will change her feelings.
After all, isn’t that what I’m doing? I’m admitting shit because I’m scared that once she finds out about it, she will stop loving me.
“I love cupcakes even though they are usually cute and frilly. I hate scary movies and I listen to Taylor Swift more often than I should admit to,” I blurt.
“I love Taylor Swift; only psychopaths don’t.” She giggles, running her lips over mine. “Cupcakes are incredible, we can get them together, and I love scary movies so you can hide behind me.”
“I’m scared I will never be enough for you.”
She gasps, her nails digging into my cheeks as she brings my gaze back to hers. “Do not ever fucking say that again.”
“I am,” I whisper brokenly. “I’m scared I’m too fucked up for you to ever truly love me. That one day you’ll realise it and leave.”
“I will never leave,” she snarls. Her eyes flash with that fire that gets me hard. “They would have to drag my dead body from you. I am here forever, Nico, and nothing you could ever tell me would change that. Fuck, you could tell me you dress up as a unicorn for fun or that you like plain vanilla ice cream and it wouldn’t change how I feel. We are all fucked up, Nico, but that’s why we work so well together.”
“But what if you change your mind?” I ask, laying my fears bare. My fingers tighten at the idea of her trying to run. “I don’t think I could let you go, even if you wanted me to.”
