I Do Love Him Novels & Stories

His damp blonde hair clings to his forehead and his soft red lips are slightly parted as he snores gently. I love him. I know that for sure now. I can’t imagine my life without him. He’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Right now, I feel like standing on the tallest tower and yelling it to the world. I love him. I love him so fucking much.

He had gathered all the used sleep balm cases and put them there. According to him, they were proof of my love for him. Time had stripped them of their color, just as it had stripped my love for him. It had left them cracked and faded. Then, I walked him to the garden where the camphor tree was. He stood and stared at the withered tree in shock. “Didn’t you want a sleep balm? Bring the tree back to life first.”

“Fuck you, Joel…” He smirks faintly, finally, the tiniest smile. And then I grab his face and kiss him deeply. His arms wrap around my waist, mine loop tight around his neck. He kisses my tears, my cheeks, my neck, desperately, worshipping, pulling me closer like he’ll never let me go again. His lips find mine once more, soft and hot and trembling. “I love you, Dory,” he whispers against my mouth. “I love you so fucking much…” And this time, I believe him.

"No...just don't, I'll feel awkward." "Yes, but wouldn't you feel loved as well?" Celeste shrugged. "Perhaps." "And that's why I'm really going to do it, it'll make you believe in my love for you even more." "Love...?" Celeste looked up at him curiously. "Do you love me?" "I do, I love you with all my heart."

I want to back away from him, but his hold is strong. "Oh. You don't?" I say to him, trying to keep my tone mellow. "No," he sighs. "I love you." END OF PART I

I instantly kissed him back, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Please....please say it again...please" he whispered on my lips. I smiled as a tear drop fell out of my eye. "I love you....I love you Dario...I love you so much" and with that said he smashed his lips onto mine. He squeezed my ass as he thrusted his tongue into my mouth. "Fuck, you taste amazing" he licked my bottom lip.

My lips pouted and my chin wobbled. "I...I love you, April. I love you so damn much, not because you are my mate but because you're April. My April. All I ever want is just you, April Davis.” He husked in his baritone voice and I gaped at him. My tears washed away with the water. I let out a cry and realized that he was bothered by the same question as I was all this time.

Did he truly love her as he once loved me? Deangelo hesitated, his gaze fixed on the ground. I immediately regretted crossing that line, feeling a pang of guilt for prying into his personal life. But to my surprise, he spoke, his voice tinged with a mix of sadness and determination. "I love Sofia," he confessed, his words hitting me like a heavy blow. "I love her with all my heart, and I can't wait to make her my wife."

He brought my hand and kept it on his lap, letting his other hand hold it as well. He looked at me. "I'd still love you the same," he began and I couldn't stop the lump that grew in my throat. I gulped. "I'd love you whether or not you can mother a child, i only wish to help you get over the past that haunted you. I love you because you're you not because of what you can do but because of who you are," he replied. "I didn't even know I'd fall for you but you're you, thank God I did because I'd smack myself in the face If I didn't".

he mumbles, like someone who's half asleep. "How can you..." I swallow. "How did you..." My voice gets embarrassingly shaky and I stop, clear my throat and try again. "Why?" He looks up at me. "Why what?" "Why do you love me?" "Why?" he echoes, looking thoughtful. His teeth gnaw his lower lip, and his brow adopts a soft crease. He shrugs. "I don't know. It just happened?" He tilts his head side to side. "You're Jo, of course I fucking love you. Is that enough reason?"