He Knows I Love Him Novels & Stories

he pulls me flush against him to make a meal of my lips. That was the first time he ever spoke the words out. I know he loves me but I also know the kind of person he is. Scared to let anyone in. Scared to love. So I didn’t rush him. I always let him know I was here and that I wasn’t going anywhere. And it felt fucking good to finally hear him say those magic words. “Is dad coming to the show tomorrow?” Estel runs into the bathroom breaking me out of my little trip down memory lane.

Phoebe stretched up to loosen his tie in a very possessive way. “I can be very generous and forgiven too when I've won. When I’ve got the man of my dreams in my arms,” she said rather smugly. “‘Ti amo, tesoro!’ (Ita for ‘I love you, sweetheart!’)”

“Even now. Even after. That’s why it’s never too much. Because I know you’d stop in a heartbeat if I said stop. I know you’d hold me tighter if I needed it. I know you love me enough to ask.” He closed his eyes for a second — throat working — then opened them again, gray and glistening. “I do,” he said roughly. “Love you. More than anything. More than I know how to say sometimes.” I leaned in, kissed him softly — slow, lingering — tasting salt and him and us. “I know,” I murmured against his lips. “And I love you back. Exactly like this. Rough when I want it. Gentle when I need it. All of it. All of you.”

"Juliana, I know it's too late to say any of this. But I still need you to know. I love you." I listened quietly and felt nothing. The love he thought he had discovered had come too late. Worse, it felt cheap. "It's too late," I said, meeting his gaze. "I'm married. I have a child. Whatever you're saying now means nothing to me." The blood drained from his face. He took a step toward me, as if he wanted to grasp something before it slipped away, but he did not dare touch me. "If I had understood my own heart five years ago..." His voice cracked. "Would the one who married you have been me?"

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he pleaded. He reached out to grab her arm, but she quickly stepped away. Seth's hand hung awkwardly in midair. Laura opened the door and tried to push him out again. "Leave. Now. You're not welcome here." Seth gritted his teeth. "Laura, Ryder doesn't love you anymore. He gave the wedding to me. Can't you at least look at me?" Laura turned to look at him. "You like me?" Seth stood up, his expression defiant. "Yes, I like you. That's why I went all the way to the wedding today. Can't you see that?"

I ask. “More than I love myself,” he tells me. “She is you and me, and I know she is going to be amazing. I love you too.” “I love you.” I kiss him. “Promise me you aren’t keeping secrets.” “I promise,” he looks me in the eye.

at that moment was indeed sweet to the core of my heart. So I once again chose to jump into his arms. But now I finally understand that Jacob's most ruthless place is here. I love you, but I don't seem to love you that much. Hit a stick and then give a sweet, let you keep falling into it, but never escape.

"I know. I know you won't." "I'm never letting anyone come between us." "I know. I know you won't." "I love you." "I love you too." He kisses me. And I forget everything except him.

Like what if we're horrible parents, what if I don't raise my girl right it's so--'' ''Overwhelming? Yeah, I know.'' He placed his thumb on my chin and rubs it gently in a vertical motion. ''I overthink too much,'' I whispered. ''You do,'' He said. ''But that doesn't matter right now babe. I know our love is strong and powerful, as long as we both are here with each other nothing matters.'' ''You sure?'' ''Yes, love, I'm sure. I married you with my eyes and soul on that night in Italy. I married you with my heart and every future dream. I saw all of you, the joys and the sorrows, and I knew I was home.''