(Isabella)
“I love you,” I repeated the words I knew I now felt.
Outside the pleasure, outside of the high, I knew it before.
Part of me knew it for a while, even if it felt soon. I knew nothing I have ever felt or would in the future compare to what I felt for him.
It was more than the gratitude for his safety, more than his protection and the fact he was there when I felt no one else was.
It was him, it had always been him.
My world shifted, every part of me knew and finally accepted.
He was mine, he was made for me.
Everything about me tethered to him.
We were partners, equals.
He was mine.
“So,” Lucas turned to me after he reluctantly hauled himself off me, pulling me close to his chest, “You come here often?”
I hit him lightly but couldn’t help laughing.
“You’re
