Amabel's POV
I woke up in his arms. And then I remembered what happened last night. He told me that he loves me. And I told him that I love him.
I saw the beautiful face when I looked up at him. The sun made it look like he came from heaven and his dark hair shined. I love him so much. I decided to get up to begin making breakfast and making coffee.
Thank you, for the coffee, but I would like to wake up next to you.
I'll just do it when we're both awake. Shit! I never sent Gwen a text saying I'm staying over at Trevor's. Oh, she's going to kill me.
"Good morning, beautiful," he said and kissed me. Then pulled me closer and closer until I was laying on top of him. He brushed my hair behind my ear and then laughed when it fell back. "Damn it," he said and rolled on top of me.
"I like this," he said, caressing my cheek with his thumb. "I like it too," I said. He looked deep into my eyes. He's gonna say it again, isn't he?
"I love you," he said. Damn, I knew it.
"I love you more," I said. He shook his head and answered, "Not possible. I love you most." She sighed hard. I bet he knew I didn't see that one coming. I laid back with my head on the pillow looking up and then closing my eyes. This is something I don't want to let go.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked me. I opened my eyes and began to feel him kissing my neck. He knows I can't concentrate on anything when he does that. And I don't want him to stop.
"Just about you. And me..." I said. I wanted to ask him how many girlfriends he had. Maybe then I could understand why he's so afraid of the commitment. He said that he had fallen in love with each of them, but they only wanted him for the money.
"What about me?" he said with a smirk on his face.
"I'm just wondering about how many girlfriends you had. You don't have to tell me if you really don't want to, but I would really like to know."
He sighed and rolled off of me. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be a buzz-kill. I was just wondering. We can talk about it another time," I said and stood up to go to the kitchen.
"Seventeen..." he said. What the actual fuck? He had seventeen girlfriends? He's been in love seventeen times? It all makes sense now. He's afraid of getting his heart broken again. I stopped and turned to look at him.
"Seventeen?" I asked. He sighed and it looked like he was hurt by my reaction.
"You had your heart broken seventeen times? You've been in love seventeen times?" I asked softly, making my way over to him.
"Yes," he said, looking ashamed.
"Hey," I said, lifting his chin as I took a seat on the bed, "it is not your fault. You didn't ask to get your heart broken. You give love another chance. And another and another. I want you to know that I couldn't care less if you were rich. That night at the club, I didn't know who you were but I was drawn to you. I fell in love with you. You could be in another country and I'll love you. You could speak a different language than me and I'll still love you. You could be anyone or anywhere in the world, and no matter what, I will still love you."
A smile appeared across his lips. He sat up straight and leaned forward, cupping my cheek pulling me closer as he kissed me.
"Thank you. And I love you too."
I got up and went down to the kitchen with him following behind me. "So, what's your lucky number?" he asked, leaning against the counter as I washed my hands in the sink. I froze. Shit! What am I supposed to tell him?
"Uh... heh, I don't..." I began and got interrupted.
"Hey, come on. I told you mine," he said.
"One..." I said, holding my gaze out of the window, avoiding the look on his face.
"One?" he asked.
"I've only had one," I said. He came around the counter and hugged me from the back.
"Who is it?" he asked. I released myself from him and walked to the fridge.
"Amabel?"
"It's you," I said softly.
"Me?"
"I've never been in love. I never allowed myself to fall. I saw how many people got heartbroken from a breakup, so I made a promise to myself to fall in love when it happens. Not when I choose it, you know? So, yeah. One."
He came to me slowly and took me by the waist. Then his hands slided to my neck and he kissed me. "I'm so glad you told me. And I'm even happier because that means you've only been in my arms."
I laughed at his response. What the hell is he talking about? I frowned. He looked out the window and then back at me, sighed and then said, "Look, when I found out that Caleb kissed you, I nearly wanted to kill him. I'm insanely jealous when someone who isn't me looks at you. They are looking at what is mine."
"Am I?" I asked.