Page 164 of My Big, Fat, Hot Billionaire Enemy
“Lucy,” I say, my voice rough with emotion I no longer try to suppress. “I love you.”
The words hang in the air, simple, terrifying, liberating.
Fuck.
There, I said it.
Every goddamn defense I have is down.
Part of me wants to snatch the words back, rebuild the walls brick by painful brick.
But the rest… just waits.
Exposed. Utterly.
Time seems to stretch, and the entire fucking world narrows to her face.
Then tears well up in her eyes. She’s smiling. A radiant, watery,beautifulsmile.
“Oh, Christopher,” she breathes out, her grip tightening on my hand. “I love you, too.”
Relief, potent and complete, washes through me.
It feels like finally reaching solid ground after decades adrift.
I pull her closer, kissing her deeply, pouring all the unspoken emotions, the fear, the hope, the absolute certainty of my feelings, into it.
She kisses me back with equal fervor.
When we finally break apart, breathless and clinging to each other.
I love you, too.
She said it. She actually said it.
I almost can’t believe it.
Fuck yes.
Time to make it real. Her, here, with me. Every night. Every morning. No more distance than necessary, no more walls than the ones we agree on together.
Time to ask again. Time for the answer I want.
“So,” I murmur against her hair, my voice husky. “About moving in…”
This time, she doesn’t hesitate. She pulls back just enough to look me in the eye, her expression absolutely certain.
“Yes,” she says softly. “Yes, Christopher. I’ll move in.”
My heart slams against my ribs.
Yes. A simple word that changes everything.
It cements our future, intertwines our lives beyond the corporate battlefields.
It’s a commitment I never thought I’d make, never thought I’dwantto make.
But with Lucy?
