I Want Her To Know It Was Me Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Well, just a concerned creep that watches with pure intentions. I need to fix this. Need to tell her everything. Need to make her understand she's not just some fling. She's it. The one. I closed the feed. Texted her. **Come to my office. Now.** Sent. I waited. And hoped she'd show up. Because if she didn't... I didn't know what the hell I'd do.

She whispers, trying to calm us both down, "We didn't kn.." "I did". I mutter, interrupting her again, she stops, freezes and just stares at me, "I knew." Unable to look at her, too ashamed, feeling her heartache, splintering at my words, thinking the worst. "I knew I wanted you, I knew I wanted you to be mine, only mine.

I knew one thing for certain: I couldn’t keep hiding. Not from her. Not from myself. I want her. I need her. And someday…she’s going to know.

Nothing suggestive. But it placed me gently back in her orbit. Let her know she wasn’t invisible. That she was part of something now—even if she didn’t understand just how deep it all ran. Now I waited. One text. That’s all it would take. To know if she felt it too.

I only knew how to dominate. From that moment I knew I needed help with her, I needed to know what my feelings were for her and I needed help in making her like me. "I want her" I murmured to myself.

“Yes. A thousand times, yes. I don’t want to fight anymore, or hide. I just want to be your mate, and I want everyone to know.” If they didn’t already know, they soon would. That I could guarantee her.

When she wakes up and when the time is right, when she's fully healed, I want to be able to tell her what I truly feel. She deserves to know. It's not a lie that I love her.

I knew that. I hated that I knew that. I looked at him. “I need to warn her,” I said again. “Even if she hates me. Even if she never speaks to me again. She needs to know what he did. She needs to know before someone else sends her a link with a laughing emoji. Before some asshole recognizes her voice from a clip and whispers about it behind her back.”