And I knew that he loved me.
“We can make it work,” I said, surrendering.
Dream Emilio kissed me just as hard as he had when we were leaving Quito. His hard, heavy body came on top of mine, pressing me into the bed.
His smell was intoxicating. It was the mix of masculine musk and dark spice that drove me wild.
And just like that, I realized that I wasn’t dreaming.
I pushed him away. He just rolled to my other side on the bed, his eyes on my face.
“You’re real!”
“Yes, very real.” He put his arm around my waist, drawing me close and wrapping himself around me. “Very real.”
“Being away from you was hell.” He buried his face in my shoulder.
My hand moved of its own volition to stroke his soft hair.
“I missed you.” I was already so honest with him when I had thought that he was a figment of my imagination that it didn’t feel like too much. In for a penny, in for a pound.
“I felt like my heart was empty,” he told me. “But I meant what I said. Come back to Ecuador with me and we’ll find a way for us to be together.”
I desperately wanted what he was offering. With him in my bed, it was difficult to remember why we shouldn’t be together. I was still half-convinced that this was a very strange dream.
“I’ll come with you,” I told him.
His tongue was suddenly in my mouth, my hands over my head, my wrists in his hands.
“I promise that I will try to make you happy every day of my life,” he said. “And there’s a piece of jewelry that you need to wear from now until you die.”
Somehow he was sliding the ring onto my ring finger. I knew that it had been in his hand earlier, but how had he kept hold of it while we were kissing?
I had no clue, but I knew that I would keep the ring this time around.
I’d hurt myself twice as much as I’d hurt him when I sent the ring back.
Going with him to Ecuador was definitely the right thing to do.
Our love would last forever, no matter what we had to do to keep it alive.
Possessive
Naelle
“We’re going back now.”
“Now?” I blinked at him. “But I haven’t packed. I’m in my pajamas.”
“I don’t care.” He looked me over. “You’re fine.”
“I’m a total mess. You have to let me clean up.”
“No. I’m not going to waste a single moment of our time. We’re going back to Ecuador now.”
He pulled me off of the bed, blanket and all.
“It’s cold outside,” he explained. “I have to keep you and the baby safe.”