I Want Her To Know It Was Me Novels & Stories

he asked. “No,” I said. “But I think… she knows me.” She stepped forward. “I was sent to you by someone who loved you,” she said. “Someone who died to keep you hidden.” I couldn't breathe. “I don’t know what yo mean—” “You will,” she said. “But only if you follow me.”

on it was printed : [ i know this is not fair to you. i can't imagine what you are going to think of me after you read this. i wanted to tell you in person, but i can't bear to look you in eyes and see the hurt i am causing you. you have been through so much already. know that i do love you but i have to try and make this work. ]

She wasn’t supposed to resist me. But she loved me. I saw it. That hesitation when I got close, that flicker in her eyes, it wasn’t just anger. It was conflict. Her heart still remembered me. All I needed to do was tilt the scales. I pulled my phone from my pocket, thumb hovering over the screen. I wasn’t supposed to reach out unless it was urgent, but screw the rules. I needed backup. I needed to move faster. Before I could dial, the phone buzzed in my hand. A message. Unknown Number: She knows about you.

She held it out to me. "What’s this?" I asked, not taking it. "My phone. She’s waiting for your call." My heart did a weird, painful stutter in my chest. "What?" "I texted her from the driveway. I told her I was coming up to see you. That you knew. She… she wants to talk to you. To tell you herself." I stared at the phone like it was a live grenade. Talk to her? Hear her say the words? My throat closed up. "I don’t want to."

I picked up my phone and stared at the screen. I searched for her pictures in my gallery. I finally saw one that I took of her without her knowing. She was too pretty for me not to take a picture of her and all I want to do now is to pull her into my arms and hug her forever. She is mine. She has to understand that.

"You didn't have to do that." "I had to. You're mine baby. A shot at you is a direct shot at me. They should know that too." "Now, everyone will know we're together." "As they should." I shrugged, kissing her shortly before letting her get back to work. If she would let me, I'd announce it to the fucking world.

A distance I didn’t like. I was just powerless to do anything about it. I wanted to reassure her though. I might not be able to say the words but I wanted her to know. Jesus, I wanted her to know just how fucking crazy I was about her.

Then, quieter—more honest than anything I’ve said tonight: “I want the world to know you’re mine, Maya.” Her breath catches.

I won’t ruin this for her. “I love you, Zahra.” It’s the first time I’ve said it to her. To anyone. I mean it with every cell in my body. And for some reason, I have this awful feeling we won’t see each other for a while. I need her to know. I need to know she knows how I feel. I just wish I could tell her she’s my mate, and that I’ll be here waiting when she comes back. Medus whines in my head.

No more pretending she doesn't remember. She's mine. She just doesn't know it yet. And the massage? I knew she remembered me .