Page 62 of Book Boyfriend
“Do you not believe me?” He half laughs, semi concerned.
“I don’t want you to say it because you think it’s what I want to hear. I want you to say it because you’re sure. And . . . I want you to love me, but I don’t know how you could. I mean, have you looked in the mirror lately?” I walk around him and turn.
“I don’t understand.”
“You’re hot, Fisher. Smoking hot. You’re a damn model, for fuck’s sake. You scream sex. I only pretend. I write it.”
“Baby, don’t you see how amazing you are? I know the fucker hurt you. Luna told me all about him. I hate that he’s made you see yourself in such an undeserving light.”
I shrug. “When you hear it for long enough you start to believe it.”
“Then I guess I’m going to have to tell you how fucking gorgeous you are until you believe that too. Do you know what you do to me, woman?”
I shrug and he shakes his head.
“You don’t see the way men stare when you walk into a room. You are every man’s wet dream and I speak from experience.”
“Whatever.” I sigh and close my eyes.
“Look at me.”
I do as I’m told.
“I love you.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, tears building behind my closed lids.
“You are amazing and funny and kind. You’re sweet and stubborn. Sassy and silly. You challenge me. You make me laugh. You make me want to be good enough for you. I want to make you happy. I want to give you everything because I love you. Do you hear me?” he asks, pulling me by the waist.
I cover my eyes with my free hand.
“I love you and yes, I’m damn sure of it. I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.”
I shake my head. He pulls my hand away from my face and holds it against his heart. “I. Love. You.” He whispers the words in my ear and they slowly fill every cell of my being. You know that scene from “Breaking Dawn, Part Two” where the venom takes over Bella’s cells and fixes all her broken pieces? Yeah. That’s how I feel. I feel like he’s stitching up my pieces and making me whole.
I lean my forehead against his and he wipes a tear away from my cheek. Then he kisses it softly. “Patrick?”
“Uh-oh. You never call me that.”
“I’m calling you Patrick because it’s your name and I want you to know I’m being serious too.”
“Okay . . .”
Taking a deep breath, I admit my feelings to myself and him in three, well, four, little words that pack a punch. “I love you, too.”
His lip curls up on the side and he kisses me tenderly.
“Now that we got that business out of the way, what was that you said earlier about wanting me?”
“Hmm . . . I kinda feel like playing Monopoly now.”
“No, you don’t.”
I lick my lips and lean back against the counter, taking him in like he’s water and I’m a sponge.
“What?” he asks.
“Come closer.”
