I Want Her To Know It Was Me Novels & Stories

“Thank you.” His brows rose. “Yes?” “For telling me.” I knew how to play this damn game. “Please let me see her. I don’t care if she doesn’t know me. I want to be there for her now.” “New York?” I wanted to say that it wouldn’t go away.

I have everything I need on me, so I just need to contact that cop guy. Before driving out of my gate, I peek at my bedroom only to lock eyes with her. She is standing on the window and her eyes are on me. Does she know what I am doing? I sigh in relief when I see the incoming message. She doesn't know, yet. 'I love you' It's her simple text. I don't reply but nod before sliding up my car window. No matter what happens, no matter how long it takes, I will always find my way back to you. With that, I speed away.

She was it for me. “She’s mine…she’s my mate.” I declare to them, my voice strong and steady. Steadfast in my delivery. They needed to know there was no question about my loyalty, my feelings for her…no question of my integrity towards her. For me, this was it…she was it. She was the one. I’m just more flipping annoyed at myself for not seeing it earlier, for not listening to that gravitational pull to be with her. “I knew it!” Hector moves towards me, clapping my back almost as if he’s been waiting for me to say this. Waiting for me to catch up ever since those words of his in the office, just the two of us. After he caught me sneaking out of her room.

I pulled out my phone and texted her. Me: If they try to take you tonight, I’m coming for you. You’re mine now. Body and soul. There was no reply, but I knew she read it. I will never lose the only girl who ever made me want to be better.

She needs space, I remind myself, but I also want her to know how serious I am about this, about us. No more games, no more pretending. I need to lay everything out on the table. I need to tell her how I feel, how I've always felt. Maybe I've been a coward, hiding behind our friendship, but not anymore. I can't hide my feelings for her any longer. I shoot her a text. Me: We need to talk. Tonight. Can you come to my place? It's time to face this head-on. She needs to know what I truly feel for her and how she drives me insane.

I badly wanted to whisper, to let him know that: "I know you love her." But for now, I'll keep up with the charade.

"This is so freaking stupid." "What is?" She asked. I knew for a fact that she hated information being kept from her. But I was rather sure that she would wish I had kept it to myself when I said it. This is going to blow up in my face. But here goes, "Marry me." I said.

I knew that no one would be able to make it get to me. I feel happy to know that I have someone who cares about me. My eyes were filled with tears as I stared at her. I know that I have to apologize to her and tell her about what I think honestly. I knew that I had to tell her that she was right about me not wanting to move on. I knew that I should tell her as soon as I could. “I have something to tell you,” I said to her and she smiled lightly at me while trying to conceal the pains in her eyes. I knew that she was still feeling the pain of touching the bar of the cage.

It was the same one. It hit me now.The memories came flooding back in a rush.Her soft moans, her face when I had tossed the stack of bills to her,everything. "I know who you are!"I declared. She stilled. "What?" "I know who you are.I remember you" I groaned as my head pounded.My grip on her got loose and she got the chance to get out of my death grip. "Are you okay?"she asked concern was evident in her voice. "Just tell me..the truth"I said breathlessly.

My heart hammered against my ribcage at the thought of her knowing I was there. Should I say something? I thought to myself. She finally turned away from the window and stared straight at me. The humbling words fell from my lips. “You mean me?” I pointed at myself in uncertainty. She nodded. “I’ve been expecting you.” “Are you the reason I’m here?” I came into view, stepping out from behind the door. “How did I end up here? Exactly where am I and who are you?” “To be honest, I’m not quite sure how you ended up here, but as strange as it may sound, I had a dream about you showing up here, at this moment, in this room.”