I leave my hiding spot behind the bookshelf and take a step into the room. Alessandro looks up, his body coming to an abrupt halt the moment he notices me. The front of his shirt is splattered with blood and there is some on his face and right hand, too.
“Jesus, Ravi. How long have you been standing there?”
“From the start.” I take another step forward, then run to him.
When I reach him, I jump into his arms, knowing without a doubt he will catch me. And he does. I wrap my arms around his head, fingers frantically skimming the short hair, and slam my mouth to his.
“I love you,” I whisper into his lips.
He squeezes me to his chest so tight, that I find it hard to breathe.
“I don’t think love is a strong enough term to describe what I feel for you, Ravi,” he says between the kiss
