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Shit.
"What do you think?" Gazelle asked him shyly.
Her smile hit him like a ton of bricks, and instead of shaking some sense into his wife, it turned out to be the opposite. Lorenzo was the one who ended up shedding off more of his brain cells as he heard himself say, "The only way to find out is if we give it a try."
Journal Entry
Somebody gag and tie me up, please.
Because I'm clearly not myself around my own husband.
I CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT we ate.
Or talked about.
I do have some vague memories of giggling a little too much, but I'm hoping I'm wrong about that.
And I think I drank a lot of water.
Because right now I feel like I'm about to pee a barrel.
Or maybe that's just my nerves making me feel antsy since the torture dinner is finally over, and my husband has taken my hand as he gently pulls me to my feet.
Hooded green eyes stare down at me, but instead of frightening me off, everything has changed.
The longer I lose myself in his gaze, the more I want to throw myself into his arms.
I no longer want to run away.
But instead, I want to run towards him and stay where he is.
Because my husband is my home.
And when he finally speaks—-
"I need to make a call."
I just feel like dying because I never imagined such thoughtfulness from the Beast of New York. It just goes to show how rumors are never to be trusted, but more importantly than that—-
"I didn't expect you to be this sweet," I confess. "I thought you'd be the type to simply tell me to get ready and wait for you in bed. But instead, you're making up excuses just to give me time to compose myself."
Lorenzo looks at me as if he wants to say something, badly, and my heart goes out to him because I totally get it. He's obviously not used to receiving compliments, and while I hate how cruel the world has been to him, that's all in the past now.
He doesn't just have me on his side now.
The moment he married me, my famiglia has also become his famiglia, and my God, his God.
He just doesn't know it yet.
Courage I didn't even know I possessed has me stepping forward and slowly raising my hands to cup my husband's beautiful face.
"I know you're thinking about what you read in Sarica's texts," I whisper. "And in a way, it is true that I'm just a bit worried. Everything about you is a first for me. But what nobody doesn't know is how my fear is nothing compared to my trust in you. The world may think of you as the Beast of New York, but to me, you're my beast in Westmancott, and I trust you with my life. Always. I'd choose you over all the world's armies combined, and I'd—-"
There's no chance for me to say anything else, with Lorenzo suddenly covering my hands and lowering them down.
And then it's his turn to cup my face.
Oh, my heart, I know it's impossible for you to be still, but at least try!
