Page 121 of Stalker's Toy

Needing her to get it, needing her to know.

Her lips part, but no words come out.

I see the emotions flicker and gather behind her eyes.

Shock, confusion, and then something bigger.

Something I can’t quite believe, but maybe I’ve been hoping for.

"You," she starts, and her voice is raw, a tangled mess of disbelief and joy. "You mean…"

"Yes." I cut her off because I know what she’s going to ask, and I don’t want the hesitation, the pause where doubt could creep in. "It’s a good thing,Nattblomma."

Her face.

God, her face.

I could spend an eternity painting the expression she has right now.

The glassy eyes, the trembling lips, the way her whole being says everything I’ve ever wanted to see, to feel.

Everything I’ve ever needed.

I close the distance between us, pull her to me, wrap my arms around her like a man possessed.

Because I am.

I am fucking possessed.

The space around us falls away, and all that’s left is this, is us.

Is the truth we’re drowning in.

“You really meant it…”

"I did," I tell her. "I do. You’re my world, Mia. You always were."

She blinks up at me, and I’ve never seen anything so beautiful, so fucking exquisite.

I’m consumed by it, by her, and I don’t want to be saved.

I tell her I'm done.

I'm done with the waiting and the distance and the endless nights without her.

I'm done with all of it.

She's moving in with me, where she belongs.

She looks up, startled by the force of my voice, the ferocityof my hold.

Maybe she shouldn’t be surprised.

Maybe she should know by now that I don’t do anything halfway.

Not when it comes to her.

"I mean it," I say, not letting her go. Not letting her out of my sight. "I’m tired of you being at that apartment. I’m tired of having you anywhere but close."

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