I Have Loved You Since We Were 18 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

That somewhere here is the woman I loved the first time I met her. Huh there is a song like that isn’t it? I have loved you since we were 18 or something like that. It is exactly what happened with me, the moment I turned 18 I have been in love with only one woman. I don’t know what she looks like but I know that she is out there. I decided to get some iced coffee in the nearest café. I like this city because her scent is all over the place. I got there and found these two girls buying, they were both wearing hats.

“God, I can’t believe you’re here. I can’t believe you remember. I can’t believe you’re giving me another chance.” “Believe it.” I smile. “Because I’m not going anywhere.” He kisses me then. Desperate and grateful and full of everything we’ve both been holding back. I kiss him back, pouring fifteen years of waiting and three weeks of pain and a lifetime of promises into it. When we pull apart, we’re both breathless. “I love you,” he whispers. “I’ve loved you since I was eight years old. I’ll love you until I’m eighty. Probably longer.”

She tiptoed and tilted her head as she pressed her lips against his. My 18th birthday, the day I said yes to the man I love.

When we were finally alone the silence felt suffocating. Ross sat heavily on the couch. "What are you thinking?" I stood at the window watching the sun begin to rise. Golden light spilling across Moonfall territory. All of this would continue to exist whether we remembered loving each other or not. "I am thinking about the first time you told me you loved me." My voice was quiet. "We were sixteen and standing in this exact spot after a pack meeting." "I remember. You said you loved me too and I thought my heart would explode."

Gosh, I love you so incredibly much, my child. Happy eighteenth. Love always, Mummy x

"What are you saying?" "I'm saying you ruined me." His hand came up slowly, giving me time to pull away. When I didn't, his palm cupped my cheek with devastating gentleness. "I'm saying that leaving you was supposed to set you free, but all it did was trap us both. I'm saying that I love you, and I've loved you since you were sixteen years old, and I'll love you until the day I die." Tears blurred my vision. "Then why are we still standing here talking?"

There was genuine curiosity in his question, an almost dazed expression on his face. Her eyes glowed with happiness as she smiled beatifically at him. "Isn't that what mates do, Mac? Don't they just know instantly that they love their partners and no one else will ever do? I've loved you since I was eighteen years old. I didn't need to speak to you; I didn't need to know what kind a man you were. I just knew I loved you."

Aria | Age Eighteen I have practiced this moment my whole life, so I hold his gaze. “I’ve been in love with you—” The words catch. For one awful second I think they are going to die there and I will have ruined myself for nothing. I force them through. “I have. For years.” My throat tightens. “Since I was old enough to understand what that meant.” The party is still going on in the next room. My mother’s laugh. Glasses touching. Someone crossing the hall outside the study without knowing the air in here has changed shape completely.

She wore a sky-blue dress that complimented her porcelain skin, and her lustrous hair cascaded down to her back. " Ellis, what if you meet your mate? Would you leave me? I'd die without you," Love said, her voice quiet. She recently turned eighteen and found out we weren't mates. She was heartbroken and cried for days. " I'll reject my mate as planned. I love you," I told her guilelessly. She ceased walking and stared at me. " Promise?" " I swear, baby," I assured her. She gave me a cute grin, and I kissed her.

"I've loved you for so long." He smiles against my lips, his thumb brushing across my cheek. "I love you too, Sofia. I'm so glad we can finally be with each other." His words send a shiver down my spine, and I feel my orgasm building, tightening my muscles. I arch my back, pressing myself against him, wanting to feel every inch of him inside me. His skin is hot and sweaty, and I can feel the strength in his arms as he holds me close. I can't believe I am doing this with him. He wanted to wait until I turned eighteen and since I turn eighteen in four days and since I am homeschooled I already finished out my senior year, I told him I was coming for a visit.