The Mighty Storm (Raura Revised)

Chapter 43

Chapter 43

"Even so, I'm sorry."

"Because he hit me or because you told him?"

"Because he hit you. Because of everything I've done. I've fucked everything up so badly."

"Not with me you haven't."

I can't help but look at his face, searching, hoping he really means it.

"I'm glad he hit me, Laur, if it means he finally knows. I'm sorry he's hurt, but I'm not sorry he knows about us."

"Is there an us?" I hold my breath.

"You tell me?"

I exhale. "Why didn't you sleep with Juliette?"

"I never intended to. I left because I wanted out of that party. I couldn't stand to see you with Will, and I took her with me because I wanted you to know I'd left with her ... I wanted you to think I had slept with her – to hurt you – not very mature I know, but..." He shrugs. "So well, I got Dave to drop her off at her place first, then he brought me back here, and I spent the night with a bottle of Jack, and Tom came later on." He stares straight into my eyes. "Do you really think I could have had sex with her, when I'd just had sex with you?"

"You kissed her."

"I was acting like a dumb ass. Like I said, I wanted to hurt you, because you'd hurt me." He brushes his thumb over the scar on his chin. "I don't do rejection well. But I'd never go that far. And you kissed Will, remember?"

I knot my fingers together in my lap, nodding gently.

"It did hurt me," I whisper, "Seeing you with her, knowing you'd left there with her. The pain I felt was unbearable. So I got drunk to try and kill it, and spent the rest of the night throwing up, before passing out."

That's my subtle way of telling him I didn't have sex with Will. I know it was weighing on his mind, he didn't have to say.

I see his face relax, and he lifts his eyebrow. "You're such a light weight."

"I am."

"I love you," he says.

I love you, just as simple as that.

I stare at him, wide eyed. It's like time has frozen all around me.

Ross gets up, his eyes never leaving mine, and walks over to me. He kneels on the floor at my feet and takes hold of my hands.

"I love you," he repeats. "I've only ever loved one girl, Laura – and that's you. It's always been you. I loved you from the moment I knew how to love."

My eyes fill with tears again, them quickly spilling over, down my cheeks.

Ross takes my face in his hands, caressing my tears away with his thumbs. "You're it for me. I want to be with you forever. I want you to be mine."

I stare deep into his eyes. "I've always been yours, and I always will be. I love you too ... so much."

I don't think I've ever seen Ross look as happy as he does in this moment.

He leans over and gently kisses my lips. I press harder against them, wanting more from him.

He hisses, and I quickly pull back. "Shit, sorry, baby," I murmur, smoothing my finger over his cut, swollen lip.

"You're worth the pain."

"You hit him," I say, regretfully. "A lot."

"No one hurts my girl, because you are, Laura ... my girl."