Page 135 of Obsessed by My Ex's Mafia Uncle
At the man who still showed up even when he's scared it will cost him everything again.
“We’ll be at the cookout.” I nod.
His shoulders drop from relief.
“But…” I tilt my head slightly, adding, “If the food is terrible, Blue will make a fuss about it.” I shrug, smiling. “She’s picky.”
“I'll keep that in mind.” He smiles.
Then he leans in and his lips meet mine in a soft, sealing kiss.
When he pulls back, there’s something different in his eyes.
Something I don’t recognize fast enough.
“I love you.” He mouths it, the words lifting between us like something fragile set loose that's too soft to catch, and too real to ignore.
Before I can even process it, he stands, stepping back.
“See you, Bun.” He turns and walks away.
What do I do with that?
