Sagittarius Love Language Novelas e Histórias

Sage said, her voice all breathy, "we need to talk. I, uh, I can't hold it in any longer." "Sage," Brock replied, sounding equally stressed, "what's going on here?" "It's about us," she blurted, then took a shaky breath. "Brock, I love you. Like, a lot. Like, way more than a packmate kinda love." The words hung in the air, thick enough to spread on toast. My breath caught – love confession? No way! A long silence stretched between them, then Brock spoke, his voice gentle but firm. "Sage, listen," he said. "You're awesome, like, the best friend a guy could ask for. But… my heart's already taken."

"I'm sorry I made you feel that way. You are everything, Aria. You are the standard." "I love you," she said. "I never stopped. Even when I was furious with you. Even when I was packing my bag." "I love you too," I said. "I never stopped either. I just... lost the signal for a minute." She laughed, a wet, shaky sound. "You and your tech metaphors." "It's my love language," I teased gently. We sat there for a long time, just holding each other. The silence wasn't heavy anymore. It was peaceful. It was the silence of a storm that had finally passed.

Why call her anything else when she has a name so beautiful? Every day I find myself more in love in with her. Every day that passes by draws me closer to her. Over the last so many days that we have been talking, I have been meaning to ask her what I mean to her, if I do mean anything at all. I want to ask her whether she sees me as a potential boyfriend, but I will not, because I don’t believe in the terms ‘boyfriend’ and ‘girlfriend’. These terms are too frivolous and are just used to introduce people. I believe more in the word ‘soulmate’. It makes so much sense. When you’re in love, it’s meant for life, isn’t it? If not, then what defines love? A cup of coffee shared together? A drink?

I say, standing with newfound energy to get ready. "I hope she passes the tryouts," I add, a soft prayer woven into my words. "She will," Lincoln replies, his voice steady and filled with quiet confidence. His arm tightens around me, pulling me closer like he’s anchoring me to his certainty. My lips quirk up as I glance at him. "Is your love language physical touch, Mr. Sawyer? You can’t seem to get your hands off me all the time." Oh no. The words tumble out before I can catch them. Damn my lack of a filter around him.