My Angel

CHAPTER 45: NEED

Alya's pov~

     I stared at Alessio in complete shock, my lips parted in astonishment. My gaze moved from his and to the sofa chair where the jacket sat.

"How?" Looking back at Alessio, he stared at me with knowing eyes.
Realization sank in and my stomach
dropped.

I brought a hand up to my neck and rubbed it nervously. His eyes tracked my movement and then he cleared his throat.

"You were the one who kept the jacket
there?" I questioned, my voice barely audible.I had asked the question but the answer was already clearly written on his face.

Alessio's face softened at my question and he gave me a sharp nod.
Shaking my head, I tried to get rid of the
web of confusion. "But how?"

Alessio let out a tiny sigh and raked his
fingers through his hair, a sign of either
nervousness, frustration, or anger. But in this moment, I didn't know what he was feeling

"I heard you and Maddie talking. When she asked you about my jacket." His eyebrows furrowed when I took a step back.

"Ayla-"

He cared.
And that wasn't something I expected from Alessio. Not from a man who was supposed to be ruthless, heartless, and a killer.

Tears blinded my vision and I swallowed
past the heavy lump forming in my throat. This moment felt surreal. A fragment of my imagination. But it was real.

I opened my mouth to say something.
Anything. I just didn't want this moment to vanish. I didn't want to lose this feeling that was blooming in my heart.
But when l finally spoke, my words came
out as an accusation.

"You were spying?" I asked.
I flinched at my own tone and I saw
Alessio's eyes widen before his back
straightened in a rigid posture.

"I was not," he replied, looking very much
affronted.

"I heard you and Maddie when I was
walking down the hallway." He paused and then rubbed his jaw, giving me a sheepish look.

"Well, I did stop when I heard Maddie ask
about the jacket. I was curious."
He shrugged and walked toward me,
stopping right in front of me. Alessio brought a hand up and trailed a finger down my cheek, swiping my tears away.

"Can't blame me. Anyone would be curious." Cupping my cheeks in his hands, Alessio tilted my head up.

"Why are you crying, Ayla?"

"You gave me your jacket" I whispered
brokenly and then closed my eyes. I sounded so pathetic.

"I did" he agreed. I felt his thumb right
under my eyes and he rubbed the spot gently. Instinctively, my hand came up and I grabbed hold of his jacket in a death grip, holding him close to me. Alessio was my anchor.

"Open your eyes," he muttered. My fingers tightened around him and my eyes fluttered open with his soft command.

"But you won't need it anymore" Alessio
said. His words rang with finality and I
shivered in his arms.

"What do you mean?" I murmured. He
smiled at my question and bent down,
brushing his lips gently over mine.

"I'd rather show you," he whispered against my lips before claiming them in a hard kiss. He let go of my face and brought his hands down, wrapping them around my tiny waist as he pulled me closer into his body.

My body molded to his. Hard against soft. His hold was unyielding as I returned his kiss with just the same intensity. I was lost in him when he pulled away and I moaned in protest.