The mafia hunt.

28|I Love You

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Nova

Chapter 28|I Love You

"Grayson."

"Nova"

Grayson stares back at me in shock, his hand stilled on my cheek. I feel tears brew in my eyes and I take in a shaky breath as my hands connect with his. His hands are warm against my fingertips, I blink not believing this moment. "Hey, Angel," he whispers, his eyes glancing to his watch. 

"Don't you 'hey' me." His eyes widen in shock. I push his hand off from me and climb out of bed, standing further away from him. "Do you think I'm fucking stupid?" I spit, the anger that's been spewing and sitting dormant for months, begins to boil and I'm going to fucking explode.

"Shit." He mutters, gripping his hair in between his hands.

"Shit is right. Do you know how much you put me through? Do you even care how much you hurt me?" I curse myself as the tears fall from my cheeks, making me look weak. I hate it, every time I'm so angry, I cry.

Grayson looks towards me, shame and regret in his eyes. He walks towards me and I shake my head, holding my hand out to stop him from getting closer. "I had to, for your sake, I had to protect you, Nova." He grabs my shoulders, trying to draw me into him and I nearly let him.

"I thought you were dead!" I yell, pushing his chest. "I had to watch that building explode, thinking you were gone!" I gasp in a breath of air.

"I'm so sorry, angel. I wanted to be with you every fucking day but...you know I couldn't." Grayson looks at me, his green eyes staring at me with sorrow. How is it fair? My eyes filled with tears that burn and grief that has no place in being there. "Please, you know I love you with everything I have." I break down in tears and I feel his arms circle around my figure.

I lean my head on his chest and cry, my body shaking with every sob. "I thought you were dead," I mutter, shaking my head back and forth, "I thought you were dead!" I start punching my fists against his chest, shoving him off me but his grip only gets tighter.

"Stop!" He yells, his own tears falling down his cheeks. "Please, stop," he whispers.

"No, I can't." I cry, turning my back on him. "I can't because I mourned you!" I turn back around, only to have him so much closer than I thought. "I buried you! I...I missed you." I whisper, my voice cracking.

I let him walk closer to me, his chest pushed against mine and his face inches away from my own. His hands cup my cheeks and my own grip his wrists. I still can't fathom the thought that he's actually here, he's here right now and I know I'm not dreaming or that my mind is playing tricks on me. Grayson's real. He's alive.

"Every day," Grayson whispers, leaning further down to me, "Every fucking day, you were on my mind. I never stopped thinking of you." Our noses brush together and I close my eyes, my lips parting. "I stayed away for you."

I can't take I any more, so I kiss him. I stand on my tiptoes crushing my lips against his. His hands travel to my waist, wrapping around me so our bodies are flushed together. I wrap my arms around his neck, biting his bottom lip gently. He moans and it only fuels me to go further. Grayson's hand's grip's my hair, tilting my head to get a deeper angle into my mouth.

When he emitted a low moan did I fully believe he was real. Listening to the better half of me, I pulled away from him. "What you did hurt me."

Grayson's face falls and he rests his forehead against mine. "I did what I thought was best for you, Angel. I know it hurt you but I was right." I sigh softly and take my lip in between my teeth.