He finally said it.
Deep down, I already knew. I always knew that he did, despite my denials. I thought I didn't need to hear it. I thought knowing that he cared for me was enough.
But to hear him actually say those three words…
Immeasurable bliss surged within me, electrifying my senses, coursing warmth through my body to my fingertips, which had gone cold with anticipation the moment Luca told me he loved me.
I wanted to jump for joy, but I also wanted to cry because of how happy I was.
Luca didn't give me time to respond or dwell on my thoughts. He kissed me. Very, very softly and oh, so slowly. He didn't rush it. He took his time.
Our hands weren't grabbing at each other like before. Luca leaned on his elbow beside my head, his other hand resting on his side, while I lay there limply, still feeling the aftershock of his confession, only my mouth responding to his sweet kiss.
