When You Told Me That You Loved Me Novels & Stories

“I asked you not to give up on her. I was the one who was foolish enough to believe that she would eventually fall for you. I practically forced you…” “Zo, what the hell are you talking about. It was my choice. You helped me. Why would you believe that it was your fault? I fell in love two years ago. I was the one who spoiled everything. Even if you hadn’t asked me not to give up on her, I wouldn’t have.” Her teary eyes rounded at him in disbelief. “You wouldn’t?”

I said quietly, “I fell in love with you.” The words left my lips before I could stop them. It felt strange, saying them out loud. Like setting something free. “I don’t even know when it happened,” I went on softly. “Maybe the day you let me spar against you and didn’t hold back. Or when you stood between me and that rogue and told me to run. Or maybe… maybe it was from the very start.” My hand brushed his cheek gently. “I think I loved you the moment I saw you.”

I swallow hard and knit my fingers in front of my face. There is so much I want to tell her. At the back of my mind, I start small: I love you, Tiffany. Then: I don't know anything about falling in love with anyone so I couldn't explain what I felt for you. I didn't think it was real. I didn't want to be vulnerable in front of anyone…in front of you but Lord! I know what I feel now. I don't want to let you go. I don't…

"...what?" "You're my first love."

He loved me. And in that moment, I let myself believe it.

I smiled so wide through my teαrs‚ pressing more kisses to her hαnd. “Oh thαnk God… Annα… bαby‚ you’re αwαke. I thought I’d lost you. I thought—” My voice broke αs I choked on my words. “I love you. I love you so much.” But then… the words thαt left her lips shocked the hell out of me.

Ive always loved you. I couldnt contain the tears that welled up in my eyes. **I love you too,** I whispered, and before I could say anything more, he kissed me—tenderly, passionately, with a love that felt all-encompassing. The world around us seemed to fade away, and for the first time in a long while, I felt like I was exactly where I was meant to be.

Later that night, in bed, with the city asleep below us and his body warm beside mine, I traced the wolf tattoo on his forearm and said the thing that had been building since day twelve. “I love you.” His hand caught mine. He brought my fingers to his lips and kissed each one, and when he spoke, his voice was thick and rough and real. “I loved you before you loved me,” he said. “I loved you when you told me nothing was going to happen between us. I loved you when you stole my shirt. I loved you when you burned into me on that couch like a woman on fire. And I loved you on day seventy-eight when you looked at me like you wanted to kill me and I thought: Even if she leaves, she was the best th

I was too hungover and too hurt to keep my mouth shut. “You spent the week love bombing me, telling me you wanted to be with me, to bring me home to your mom, how you were thinking about moving here… which I guess you did, but,” my voice broke as the first tear raced down my cheek. “You told me that you loved me. You told me that you could only ever see yourself marrying me, and after I told you I had fallen for you too… I woke up, and you had left! You were gone! No note, no text, no call!”

"I can tell by the way you said my name." "I am going to say something I should have said a year ago," I said. "In this clearing. Instead of what I said." She was quiet and I felt her waiting and I said, "I have loved you since before I understood what loving someone actually meant. Since before the bond. Since before the ceremony. Since the burial and the outer path and every version of you I have known since we were children. I loved you when I made the worst decision of my life and I loved you when I was telling myself I was making it for the right reasons and I have loved you every single day since and I am standing in this clearing telling you that because you deserve to hear it said pl