It’s been a week since I confessed my love to Carina. I didn’t intend to confess my love that night, but I knew I had to.
That was the only way she’d ever submit to me.
She needed to know that I was serious about what we had together. She needed to know that I wasn’t going anywhere, no matter how much she pushed me away.
God, I loved her.
I should’ve told her that sooner.
I thought my confession would have scared her off, but she seems more content with our relationship than anything.
She hasn’t put a label on us yet, but I’m fine with just being her side. As long as I can see her everyday and hold her in my arms, I was satisfied.
Plus, I’ve been busy myself, trying to fix our little problem. I’ve been investigating the man who wants to take Carina away from me.
Miguel Guzm
