Page 120 of Breaking Hollywood

“You stealing my ideas?” I tease.

“No. Just kinda hoping, if I build your dream house, it will give you a reason to stay.”

My mouth dries, and my heart starts to hammer in my chest.

Is he saying what I think he’s saying? No, surely not.

I sit up and turn to face him. “You could build a shack, and I’d stay. I’m here for you, Gabe. Nothing else.”

His fingers trace a line along my jaw. “Speedy, I want to build you a house because I want you to live in it with me.”

Oh.

Wow.

“I know that it might seem soon, but we’ve been living together from the start. Before I was even in love with you. Living with you, spending all that time with you, is what made me fall in love with you. So, why wait? Don’t look for an apartment. Stay with me at my apartment. Live with me permanently. And, when the house is built, move there with me. You and Gucci.”

“Gabe, I…” I’m struggling for words for the first time in my life.

“Don’t think about it. Just say yes.”

I stare at him, thinking this is crazy but knowing it feels right.

I press my hands to his face and kiss his mouth hard.

“Yes,” I whisper against his lips. “Yes, you beautiful, crazy man. Of course I’ll live with you.”

Gabe

We’re on the way to the hospital, so I can finally have this fucking boot taken off. I can’t believe it’s been six weeks since Speedy literally crashed into my life.

And, now, I’m in love with her, and she loves me back. And we’re going to build a future together.

It’s nuts but amazing. I’ve never been happier than I am with her now.

No one gets me like she does. No one makes me laugh harder or turns me on like she does.

She knows the worst things about me, and she still loves me.

She’s incredible. And I’m the luckiest guy in the world.

With a smile on my face, I roll my window down and light up a cigarette. Then, I reach across the console and take hold of her hand.

She glances at me and smiles, and my insides light up.

I’m like a lovesick puppy over her, and I don’t care.

She’s mine, and I’m never letting her go.

She drops me off at the front of the hospital and insists I go inside while she parks the car.

Instead of going upstairs, I grab some coffees and wait for her.

Her face brightens when she sees me. “I thought I told you to go upstairs.”

I hand her the black coffee and kiss her mouth. “Since when do I ever listen to you?”

“True dat.”