Mirabella's Pov
"What?"
"I. Love. You."
My eyes well up with tears. "You can't, Matteo. You cannot love a woman like me, a woman who's–"
"Amazing? Intelligent? Quick witted? Beautiful? Strong? Powerful? Exquisite? Perfect? Of course I want to love a woman like that. I love a woman like that. I love this woman in front of me."
I shake my head, guilt enveloping me. If only he knew the things I am, the secrets I've kept away from him. "Matteo. . ."
He strokes my cheeks with his thumbs. "I'm in love with you, Mirabella. I love you, I love you so much. Can you not see how much you drive me insane? How much of a distraction you are when you're around and how much of a distraction you become when you aren't? I love you with all of my heart. You drive me out of my mind."
"Please Matteo. . .
