At That Moment He Knew Novels & Stories

In that moment, I knew without a doubt that this was the beginning of something extraordinary. Luca didn’t know it yet, but he had just changed our lives forever.

When he tore himself away from me, I saw a small sad smile darken his face and I knew at that moment that something was wrong. But what in the world could it be?

“People are watching.” “Let them watch,” he said with a grin. “You’re mine.” And in that moment, wrapped in his arms, I knew. This was home.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> He did not know yet what that looked like for him specifically. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> He was beginning to understand that figuring that out was the actual work.

A slow, wicked smirk curved his lips, and my stomach dropped. No. No, no, shit. He knew. He'd known the whole damn time.

In a few minutes he will wake up and come to the kitchen doorway and find me at the window and nothing will happen and everything will be exactly right. I know this because I know him now. Fully. The way you know someone when you have stopped being afraid of what the knowing might cost you. I know this because I know myself. That is the thing I could not have told you at the beginning of this. When I was standing at a stove on a Tuesday evening and a photograph changed everything. I did not know myself then. Not really. Not the way that matters. I know myself now. And I know what I choose. I hear him.

His cassock fluttered in the wind, his face calm — too calm. The moment our eyes met, I knew. He already knew I was coming. And he already knew why.

And in that moment, I knew— I wasn’t walking away from this. I wasn’t walking away from him. Whatever line we’d crossed... there was no going back.

And in that moment, standing there in front of him, I knew something deep in my gut. There was no way out. Not now. Not ever. I was his.

I never payed attention to her when she did it, but this time I was fully aware and focused. I just knew I was in deep shit...deep trouble.