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I choke on a groan, driving deeper, clutching her like I’ll lose her if I let go.
No one’s ever said those words to me and meant them.
Not like this.
The truth rips out of me, raw and unguarded.
“I love you.”
I say it again, harder this time, desperate.
“I fucking love you, Olivia.”
Her nails dig into my back, her body trembling around me as she breaks—gasping my name, clinging to me.
And I follow.
Spilling into her with a guttural sound, holding her through it, clutching her like a man drowning who’s finally broken the surface.
When the waves fade, I stay inside her.
Our foreheads pressed together.
Our breaths tangled.
My chest raw. Stripped bare.
But clean. Free.Hers.
The words fall out again, quieter now. A broken whisper against her skin.
“I love you.”
Not a declaration.
A vow.
A prayer.
A truth that will never leave me.
I am forever hers.
Step Four: Complete.
Chapter twenty-nine
Olivia
Paris feels like a dream I was never meant to touch.
Too soft. Too glittering. Toobeautiful.
Yet, here I am.
The city glows around us like something out of a movie. The Eiffel Tower sparkles in the distance. The Seine ripples with light. And Warren’s hand is wrapped around mine, warm and solid, like he’s tethering me here on purpose.
We stop at a little café tucked into the corner of a cobblestone street. The kind with tiny round tables, flickering candlelight, and chipped menus no one bothers to read. He doesn’t glance at it anyway, he orders in low, confident French that makes something flip in my chest.
