Protective

Her

Yeremy

There were millions of thoughts running through my head as I made my way to Lana. There were just as many thoughts as there were emotions and yet I couldn't bring myself to stop and sift through any of it.

This felt like a mistake. This was absolutely the last thing I should be doing but I didn't care.

I didn't care that it was a mistake and I cared even less about the potential consequences.

I needed her. I wanted her.

I was a fool for ever letting her slip through my fingers.

"I haven't laughed."

Lana looked at me blankly as I walked into her office. She looked as beautiful as she always did. Dressed to perfection, with her hair flowing down her back.

If I stole a kiss now would she slap me?

No, I didn't want to steal a kiss from her—that was the wrong way to put it. I wanted her to want to kiss me.

"What are you talking about?" she furrowed her brows as she stood up from her desk, "What are you doing here?"

"After my father was killed, I hardly laughed," I explained, "All those years and I didn't really find anything funny I was just in this kind of slump."

"Okay," she nodded, clearly confused.

"But I laughed when I first met you," I continued, closing the space between us, "It was real and it felt warm. I hadn't laughed like that in forever and it wasn't a one time thing. You have been making me laugh since I met you."

She was properly confused as she looked at me now. I was rambling and I never rambled.

"I love you," I said plainly, "I lied when I told you I didn't."

That didn't feel like a mistake. Not in the slightest. If anything, it felt what could only be described as fuzzy.

"I know," she nodded, sitting down on the couch. I could tell she was trying to distance herself from me.

"I'm sorry I lied then," I sighed, "I thought you deserved more than what I could give you."

"Yeremy," she took a deep breath, her eyes mistrusting, "Why are you here?"

I did that. I fucked up and I waited too long. I was an idiot but I was an idiot that came here with something to say.

"I'm moving," I started, kneeling down in front of her, "I'm building another house. It's yours."

Her eyes widened, "What?"

"I'm building you a house," I said again, "I'm building us a house. I'm expanding again and I'll need to be here more than in Russia."

"You can't just build me a house—

"Too late," I shrugged, "The plans are being made as we speak and it'll be built on thirty-two acres. If I am being honest there's also one in Russia that's yours too. Forty acres. I built it with you in mind."

"Forty acres?" she repeated, her face certain that I was insane, "Are you crazy?"

"Seventy-two if you count it all up," I shrugged, kneeling down in front of her, "They say love makes you crazy."

"Oh my God," she adjusted her posture, "You're serious. Aren't you?"

I gave her a nod and she shook her head, flipping her hair to the side with her hand. I loved it when she did that.

Fuck, I loved it when she did anything.

"I love you," I told her, "I'm in love with you and I will be until the day I die. I don't want to spend another moment on this earth without you."