Just having her hand in mine has me smiling. Lately Iâve taken to holding her hand whenever I thought I could get away with it, but this is different. Now I have the right to keep her tiny hand in mine. Now I can rightfully show her off. Itâs pettiness at its finest, but I donât care. Sheâs finally mine, and I want people to know it.
âWow,â she whispers as I lead her into an Italian restaurant that I knew sheâd enjoy. Itâs filled with rose bushes and ivy on the walls, lending it an atmosphere I thought Aria would love. On top of that, itâs open air, with a stunning view. She and I both seem to have a thing for a good view.
âGray, this is amazing.â
I canât keep my eyes off her as weâre led to our table. Sheâs still wearing the same dress she wore all day, yet somehow it looks even sexier on her now. I have every intention of respecting her boundaries and going as slow as sheâd like us to, but at the same time, Iâm also wondering what that dress will look like on my floor.
âYouâre staring at me,â she murmurs, her cheeks rosy, and I smile.
âI canât help it, babe. Youâre beautiful, and now I no longer need to steal glances. I can just stare at you as much as I want, and I have every intention of making full use of that right.â
âWhat right?â she asks. âWho said you have any rights to me?â
I freeze, my heart rate accelerating as a burst of panic rushes through me. For a split second, I wonder if I misunderstood her. If she thinks this thing between us is just purely physical, if itâs anything at all.
But then she smiles.
âAria,â I say, my hand reaching for hers over the table. âMy lips were assaulted today. My innocence is forever gone. You must take responsibility for me,â I tell her, my tone dead serious.
She bursts into laughter, and itâs a beautiful fucking sight. I grab her hand and bring it to my lips, kissing the back of her hand. Itâs not something Iâve ever done to any other woman, but Aria has me feeling old-school.
âYour innocence is gone, huh? Youâre in for a surprise, Gray. Youâll be forever tarnished by the time Iâm done with you.â
My dick hardens at the very thought of what sheâs insinuating. Every night Iâve spent with her has been pure torture.
âIs that a promise?â I say, grinning wickedly.
I see the heated look in her eyes, and I love it far too much. I want to see her looking at me that way all the damn time.
I reluctantly let go of Aria when the waitress walks up to us to take our order, and just those few moments of not touching her have me impatient and annoyed.
âSo, will you?â I ask as soon as the waitress walks away.
Aria leans on one hand, her elbow on the table. She looks so relaxed, and oh so fucking stunning.
âWill I what?â
âTake responsibility.â
She straightens, that dreamy look fading from her eyes, replaced by insecurity. âWhat are you saying, Gray?â she asks, her voice soft.
âTell me youâre mine, Aria. Tell me that from this day forward, I get to call you mine.â
She stares at me, her eyes wide. âGray,â she whispers. âDonât you think weâre rushing into things? It was one kiss. Iâm worried you arenât thinking clearly. It was just a heat of the moment thing, and thatâs okay. I donât need you to suddenly⦠I⦠I get it.â
I sit back in my seat and cross my arms. âI donât think you do,â I tell her. âBecause that question was really just a formality. You mine, Aria. Iâm fine with taking a bit more time to convince you, but that wonât change the facts. Iâm fucking crazy about you, and I have been for months. Hell⦠Iâm pretty sure I love you.â
She looks flustered, and I decide there and then that I love that look on her too. I love catching her off guard.
âSay it,â I tell her.
Ariaâs lips tip up in a smile, and she leans forward, giving me a glimpse down her dress. Is there any part of her that isnât beautiful? I doubt it.
âIâm yours, Gray.â
I smile. âGood girl,â I murmur.
âBut thatâs a two-way street, Gray,â she says, her voice trembling ever so slightly.
âIâm yours, Aria. I think I may well have been yours from the second you first smiled at me. When you welcomed me into your home and showed me what family looks like, what it feels like. Over the years youâve stolen more of my heart, until eventually, I had none of it left because it was entirely in your hands.â
I entwine our fingers and look away. âDo with it what you will,â I tell her. âIt is yours to keep.â
âIâm worried,â she tells me, and I turn to face her. The insecurity in her eyes breaks my heart. It wasnât me who put it there, but Iâll be the one to take it away.
âIâm worried that youâll leave me, Gray. That youâll get bored, or that youâll meet someone far better than me. Iâm worried that weâre risking everything for what might end up being nothing more than a fling.â
The desperation in her voice tells me she truly believes this lunacy, and it astounds me. I wish she could see herself through my eyes. Sheâs so perfect for me, itâs almost like she was fucking made for me.
âThen weâll take it slow, Aria. Whatever you need, Iâll give you. So long as you promise me youâre mine, I wonât ask more of you.â
âWhat about Noah?â she asks.
I look away, a tinge of worry settling deep within me. âYouâre worth everything to me, Aria. I have no doubt that Noah will think Iâm not good enough for you, and heâd be right⦠but Iâm willing to prove myself. He might be mad at first, but he canât stay mad forever. It might take a few weeks, or it might take months. Either way, Iâm not going anywhere, and heâll have to deal with that.â
She looks at me as though she wants to believe me, and I hope she does. I donât think sheâd ever be able to understand how much Iâm willing to give up for her. Noah is the only person I truly consider family, and if it comes down to it⦠Iâd still choose Aria over him. It should scare me how easy that choice is to make, but it doesnât.
Aria and I⦠weâve been years in the making. We just didnât know it.