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“I hate people.”
A frown forms on my forehead from the sudden change in topic, but then he says, “Usually, I need to be alone so I can recharge,” he shakes his head, “but not with you.”
My smile widens again, and lifting my head, I press a soft kiss to his lips. “I’m happy to hear that.”
His eyes just drift over my face, and I realize he’s looking at me with wonder.
As if I’m a miracle.
Damiano's features are always expressionless or angry, but as I stare up at him, I watch as emotion after emotion plays out on his face.
My heart starts to beat faster when his dark eyes fill with a tenderness that makes me want to cry, then he whispers, “At fucking first sight.”
“What?”
“I fell for you the moment I saw you,” he admits. “So fucking hard.” His features grow serious again. “Don’t use it against me.”
I quickly shake my head, and thinking he needs to hear the words, I say, “You’re safe with me.” I lift my head again, giving him another tender kiss. “I’ll never betray you.”
Because I know he’ll kill me if I do. Whether he cares about me or not. It’s the code we live by.
Our eyes lock, then he says, “I hope I’m the first.”
“First to what?” I whisper.
“To say the words to you.”
“Which ones?”
He braces his arm beside my head, and his other hand brushes over my cheek.
For the longest moment, his eyes burn into mine. My heart beats faster and faster.
“I love you, Gabriella.”
My eyebrows draw together because it’s the last thing I expected to hear from him. I thought he was just going to say he cares.
But love?
So quickly?
He must see the questions on my face because he explains, “It was instant for me. I tried to ignore it, but we both know that didn’t work.”
I let out a chuckle.
Then it sinks in hard and fast – Damiano loves me.
My voice trembles as I ask, “Can you say it again?”
The corner of his mouth lifts. “I love you, mia regina.”
The words soak into my bones, filling me with a warmth I’ve never experienced before. It feels safe and as if I’ve finally found a place where I truly belong.
I’ve found my home.
“Am I the first?” he asks.
I nod, not trusting my voice right now.
