Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 89781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
I leaned toward her. “Will you tell me one thing, Bella? Just one thing.”
She sniffled but didn’t respond.
“When did you fall out of love with me?”
It was clearly not what she’d been expecting me to ask, because she stared at me with a lost expression. “What?” she whispered in confusion.
“You at least owe me that much. When did you fall out of love with me?”
Her chin trembled as she sucked in a few short breaths. It was clear she was struggling to even speak, but I needed the answer. I’d waited too damn long for one, so I stood there and watched while she looked down at her feet. I wanted to fall to the ground and beg her to tell me.
“Bella,” I pleaded, taking a step closer. Her face lifted and her eyes pierced mine. She swallowed, then drew in a deep breath.
“Never. I’ve never stopped loving you, Hunter.”
I stumbled back a few steps, her words hitting me square in the chest.
Wiping fiercely at her cheeks, she repeated, “I never stopped loving you, Hunter. N-never.”
Without even thinking, I closed the distance between us, cupped her face in my hands, and kissed her.
She stiffened at first, then opened her mouth to me and took hold of my jacket. I deepened the kiss, letting out a soft moan as I gently drew her body against mine, and she wrapped her arms around my neck.
I’d never been a fan of winter. These fucking winter coats were making it hard to feel her against me, and God knows I wanted to feel her.
Bella let out a soft moan when the kiss grew more intense. Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined a more perfect moment. I didn’t even care that everyone who drove down Main Street could see us. That folks would most likely start gossiping. None of that mattered. Bella was in my arms, and she was kissing me as if she needed the air from my lungs.
This very moment was what I’d been waiting for. Something to tell me she how she felt about me. And now I could feel it in her kiss.
She loves me.
Arabella Adams still loved me—and I was not going to let her push me away ever again.
Arabella
Hunter was kissing me.
And for the sweetest moment in time, I forgot everything. Every nightmare, every pain-drenched memory was wiped from my mind, and it was just the two of us.
I moaned slightly as he drew me closer. I moved my fingers through his hair, longing to feel more of him. I had forgotten what Hunter’s kisses were like. It was as if time itself had stopped the moment his soft lips pressed against mine. He invaded every single one of my senses, leaving me feeling weak in the knees. I could feel him. Taste him. Desire him. Lord, how that made my heart beat harder in my chest.
Hunter pulled back from the kiss and leaned his forehead against mine. We both let out puffs of white clouds from our mouths as we worked to regain our breathing.
“Please stop running from me, Bella. Please. I can’t take it anymore.”
I moved my hands and grabbed onto the front of his jacket while I drew in a few deep breaths. “I’m terrified, Hunter.”
He drew back and looked into my eyes. “Of me?”
“No. God, no. It’s just…I’m…I don’t…I don’t know how… God. You’ll hate me if I tell you.”
Hunter pressed his finger to my lips. “I need you to know I’ve never stopped loving you, and there is nothing you could do to make me hate you. Remember…I’ve tried, for years, and it hasn’t worked.”
I felt more tears slip free, and Hunter used the pads of his thumbs to wipe them away.
“Whatever it is you’re scared to tell me, please…just tell me. I don’t want to waste another moment of this life without you by my side, Bella.”
“It’s not something I can… I can’t just…”
Hunter drew me into his arms again and held me. “I love you, Arabella Adams. I love you.”
I buried my face in his chest and simply let my tears go. Hearing him say those words, after a decade, was like a balm to my soul. I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed being in his arms. Having him hold me and feeling his warmth surround me.
I wasn’t sure how long we stood there as I cried tears I thought I no longer had inside of me.
When I finally stopped, he stepped back. “May I have your car keys?”
Without thinking, I dug into my purse and handed them to him. He opened the driver’s door and put the keys in the glove box before shutting it. Then he reached for my hand and we started down the street.
“Where are we going?”
“I’m taking you home. I don’t want you driving when you’re this upset.”