Finally Us (Next Generation #5) - J.M. Walker Page 0,97
she does what she wants and doesn’t care what anyone else thinks. She has a good head on her shoulders. They all do but Gigi was the one I was worried about the most. Until you broke down her walls.”
“I’m in love with her,” I finally confessed to him.
Angel smiled. “Oh I know and I’m happy you are.”
“You’re in love with me?”
My head whipped around.
Gigi stood outside her bedroom door, staring down at me with wide eyes.
“You should be sleeping,” I said, rising to my feet and going up to her.
“Vince.” She grabbed the hoodie I was wearing, thanks to Angel letting me borrow one of his, and pulled me closer. “Tell me that again.”
I looked over my shoulder.
Angel nodded. “I’ll be downstairs. I’ll try and calm your dad down. He’s more furious than I am.” He shook his head and went back down the hall, leaving Gigi and me alone.
“Vince.”
I turned around and grabbed Gigi’s hand, pulling her back into her bedroom.
“Vince,” she repeated, her voice firmer. “I need to know. Did you mean what you said?”
“I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it.” I cupped her shoulders. “I’m in love with you, Gigi.” It felt so damn good to finally get those words off my chest. Words that I had been wanting to say ever since I gave her the necklace so many years ago.
“You love me?” she asked through unshed tears.
“Yeah, Queenie.” I kissed her forehead, brushing my nose against hers. “I’ve always loved you. From the first moment I met you.”
“I’ve known you since you were born,” she whispered.
“Exactly.” I pinched her chin, tilting her head back to meet the soft impact of my mouth. “I loved you then. I love you now. And I’ll spend the rest of my days, continuing to love you.”
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.