I Want Her To Know It Was Me Novels & Stories

I saw it in her eyes, felt it in my own vein In that moment, she was no different from me, we were one and the same. The corners of my mouth curled. "I know you still feel something for me," I said softly, a lover's whisper. my one arm was a clamp aroundt her back, my other hand stroked her bare shoulder, her neck. ''Admit it. I won't let you go until you tell me you still want me, that you're still crazy with wanting me."

I didn’t know anything other than I wanted her and hoped she wanted me the same. All other thoughts were lost. I could only see her in this moment, and I knew that she was mine.

Then she picked up her notebook and began writing again. “Did he not order you to come and retrieve me?” I locked my gaze on her and mused, “If only she could explore my heart.”However, it is pointless. She probably has no idea what she is. How will she know I am her other half? “I assure you that no one sent me, and I intend to take you home with me.”

and yet, here I am. Because, what could be more effective to let her know I'm completely crazy about her? This is exactly what I want to give her, a grand romantic gesture that will show her that I'm being serious about us now and that I'm grateful she chose to be my mate, even when I’m at my worst.

"So she understood it was—" "I know," I said, and I said it with enough of the actual weight of it that she went quiet. "I know I should have. I know I wasn't. I know she came here because I left room for her to and that's on me." I exhaled. "I know." Maya turned to look at me. Her expression had softened from the controlled neutral into something more honest. "I'm not trying to—" "I know you're not," I said. We looked at each other.

the thought of it suffocates me. Tears welled up in my eyes once again as I gazed at her cold appearance. "Fine...don't forgive me...I don't deserve your forgiveness anyways" I took a step closer to her. Feeling her warmth touch me, I felt a sense of relaxation...I want to hold her tight and never let her go. "But if you think-" I leaned my forehead against hers, her chest rising as she breathed out a trembling breath, "I will leave you alone, then you are mistaken" I whispered over her lips.

She's got me wrapped around her finger, and she knows it. I finally made it home, deciding on texting her as I made my way to the elevator. "Don't you dare. I want to be the one to take it off you. I'm already here, be ready for me, I'm going to rip that thing off you, even if I have to buy you a new one." I pressed sent and eagerly waited as the elevator made it's way up. I cursed inwardly and grunted each time someone entered or exited the elevator, hoping I could already be there.

At that moment I didn’t know if I should be honest with her and tell her that I already know about the news spreading around. “If this is about the new I*******m trend, then you don’t have anything to worry about because I've got it covered." Juliet could not hide the shock on her face when she heard what I said; she obviously was not expecting me to tell her something like that. I needed to let her know that I am very grateful to her for the moment of thinking about me.

She whisper yelled. I licked my lips and looked away. Rage was rising on the surface again. Perhaps, I should have been more clear with my emotions towards her at all times. Maybe, I should tell her what I was thinking and how it was killing me. “ How do I know it’s mine? ” The words fell from my mouth and rage grew until I could sense my hands clenching on their own.

she whispered, as if she knew what was on my mind. I held her gaze as I said, "I love you. I've known it for a while, and I've been holding it back. It's been killing me to do so. I need you to remember, no matter what happens with the promotion, never doubt that," I told her with the utmost sincerity in my voice.