326. Say It:
“Say it!” I yelled. “Fucking say it!”
But he couldn’t, because he finally knew I was right and that no matter what, this was it.
“What, you’re not going to say I’m wrong?” I asked him.
He shook his head. “No, because you’re not wrong.”
I frowned. I hadn’t expected this.
“I’m not wrong?” I repeated. “You mean you finally admit that all this time you’ve been in love with me, you’ve known I was the right person for you and you let me think I wasn’t?! What the fuck?!”
I was angry now. He’d nearly pushed me to breaking point and all that time I thought somewhere in the back of my mind that maybe I was wrong.
He bowed his head. “I kept hoping you’d get sick of me,” he whispered. “I wanted to test you to see if you were serious and would actually stick around, and no matter what either of us have said or done to each other, here we are.”
I sat down next to him and took his right hand.
“I love you,” I said firmly. “I love you even when you’re being a pain in the arse which I’ve discovered is all the fucking time. You stress me out and frustrate me and yet when you’re not around I miss you being so annoying.” I took a deep breath. “I guess what I’m saying is that the good points outweigh the bad and I’d rather deal with the stress and frustration than not have you in my life.”
He looked up then, his blue-grey eyes meeting mine.
“Me too,” he said quietly and with that, he kissed me.