Our eyes meet, and I curse the zing that runs through me. He’s the man I knew, and yet so much has changed. But one thing never will. Our connection, it’s our connection that keeps me captive no matter how much of a free woman I preach to be.
When I finally give him the full attention he seeks, there’s something in his eyes I’ve rarely seen. They swell with emotion when they sweep me.
“I’ve come to claim what’s mine. And you know it’s not the fucking car.”
He sets the bag down and steps toward me, and I take one back. “In that case, you’re better off trying for the car.”
I don’t miss the twitch of his lips. “You’re going to make this hard?”
I widen my eyes. “No, I’m going to make this impossible.”
He takes another step toward me. “Good. I expect opposition. I expect retaliation. I expect to be surprised because of human nature. Case in point, the interruption that is you. But make no mistake, I know my opponent.”
“I’m done with you.”
“No, you aren’t.”
“Smug, arrogant, ignorant, and completely clueless. You think I’ll take you now?”
“No, I think I’ll have to walk through hell daily for months to come, but I’m willing to try and earn admission.”
“You’re wasting your time.”
“Debatable.”
“This isn’t cute. I don’t find this amusing. You’re out of your depth. Save your bullshit.”
He swallows, his eyes filled with a rare fear, all amusement leaving him.
“Then, how about a little honesty?”
“That was a joke, right?”
“No.”
“Well, I’ll never believe you.”
“It was real,” he says. “All of it. It was real.”
“Stop,” I say, dropping my gaze. “You can’t do this.”
“Please,” he rasps out. “Please look at me.”
Jaw clenching, I lift my eyes.
“Beau taught me that a ‘real man’ stakes his claim and won’t let anything or anyone come between him and what he can’t live without. And I was ready for that. I was prepared for it. I was ready to fight my brothers tooth and nail, to fight you every day until you forgave me. I had a thousand dreams ready with you in every single one.”
He tugs me to him, trapping me in his hold and slowly lifting my shirt from where it’s tucked into my jeans before sliding warm palms up my back and running the pads of his fingers along my wings. “This,” he palms my back, “it’s the fucking worst thing I’ve ever done to anyone, but,” he swallows, “you are the only thing I’ve ever stolen for myself. I let jealousy fuck up the beginning, and losing Dominic ruin the rest,” he admits, his gaze imploring. “When I saw him in your arms, when I saw how terrified you were, I couldn’t handle not knowing if I would lose you next. I couldn’t fucking handle it. I’ve never been so terrified in my life. You were all I had left. But I wanted you then, and I still want you. But more than that, I wanted to deserve you. I couldn’t take any of it back. I felt like the worst man alive. I did things that you should never forgive me for. And I couldn’t believe that you still loved me when you came back, after all the hell I put you through. I couldn’t believe you still looked at me the way you did, that same look,” he shakes his head in disbelief, sliding his thumbs along my back. “Maybe this isn’t a happy ending, but it’s okay if we deal with whatever it is…right? I’m sorry it took me so fucking long, but I never, not once, expected you would forgive me—want me again.” Tears fill his eyes. “We can’t bring him back, you can’t forgive me for everything, but we can fucking try to be…whatever it is we’re cursed to be. I don’t care how fucked up we turn out as long as I’ve got you.”
“W-w-hy,” I clear my throat, “why now?”
“Because loving you made me sick as fuck and losing you twice has made me terminal. I don’t want to live out any ending that doesn’t include you.”
I palm his chest and push. “Tobias—”
“I’ve only begun to prove myself to you. Let me. Please let me. If you never tell me you love me again, I’ll deserve it, and I won’t even ask for it. Not ever. But it’s your heart that I want most, Cecelia, not your beautiful face or your body, it’s your heart that I’m drawn to, it’s your heart