XENIA
He what!?
Loves you, my snarky subconscious supplied.
Matteo Moore loves me? I was suddenly short of breath as his words rung in my head over and over again. I wasn’t sure if what I felt was joy or shock, or a crippling mix of both emotions racking through my entire body.
From the mirrored expression on Matteo’s face, it was clear that he might’ve only just realized it the moment the words left his lips. He seemed dazed and stunned into silence where he stood, as though it was so much of an awing discovery for him as it was for me.
I love you, Xenia. Only you.
Those words were undoubtedly imprinted in my memory now and I felt the undying urge to repeat the same words to him. There wasn’t a single doubt in my heart that I felt the same way about him, and I’d known it for a quite
