A knock at the hotel door stirs me awake.

I rub my eyes and get upfront the bed, not remembering when I fell asleep as I drag myself to the front door, taking the locks off the door.

Opening the door, I'm not sure if I'm dreaming or seeing Donovan actually here, making me rub my eyes again, and harder.

But no... he actually came, it's really him.

I had to stare, because Donovan Steele... who only dressed in suits around me whenever I saw him, was dressed in casual clothes, a pair of dark boots, dark jeans, and a plain black T-shirt, topped with a black trench coat.

"I didn't think you'd come." I eventually speak and say, getting nervous as his eyes meet mine.

Swallowing hard I look past him and nod to the officer standing there as I move out of the way for Donovan to come inside.

Donovan walks inside and I watch him take off his coat and wrap it in his arms as I close the front door, and relock it again, earning a look from Donovan when I turn back around.

Donovan looked good... and I know I looked like shit, I had just woken up and spent the last three days in a depressive state of despair from exhaustion.

His hair was messy, but it looked good, he looked more relaxed and laid back, I liked this look on him... he didn't feel that intimidating anymore to me, he came off as just like a normal guy.

"You look good." He says, making me snort out instantly, turning my face to hide my blush as I walk into the room to sit down on the edge of the bed.

"You don't need to do that, I've seen myself in the mirror." I sigh. "You don't have to pretend to be nice."

He frowns then sits down next to me, his leg touching mine.

"I'm not pretending Evan." He says, lowing his head as he stares at his shoes. "I always thought you looked good."

I can't help but feel like Donovan seems different, it's not just his clothing, it sounds like he's being real, and honest with me, actually telling the truth.

I feel like I can talk to this Donovan.

"Thanks." I say, sighing and rubbing my forehead with my hand.

There was a moment of silence before I turned and faced him.

"Why did you come here Donovan, it's been almost five months since we last spoke."

His face twitched, before turning to face me, those grey eyes I was once so intimidated by, they looked as captivating as I remember, deep and alluring... yet, I saw a sadness in them now.

"I wanted to let you go." He finally says, quietly. "I was starting to accept the fact you hated me, I even lived with the thought I'd never see you again... that it'd be for the best if we never spoke again."

His eyes falter, only for a moment before his eyes capture mine, holding me in place with the raw hurt in his eyes.

"I heard about the break-in and I just... I felt like I had just been shot." He laughed bitterly, moving his hand to rub his face. "I had never felt so much worry in my life, seeing your picture on the news with the words 'missing' and 'break in'."

"I thought I lost you for good."

His words hit me straight to the heart, painfully deep as he speaks, his walls falling down with each word that leaves his mouth.

"I don't ever want to feel like that again Evan, I don't think I can live with myself if I didn't at least tell you the truth about how I felt about you."

My heart was beating wildly in my chest as Donovan's hand touched mine on my leg, and his eyes met mine.

"I think I always knew that I loved you too." His voice deepens with emotion. "I didn't want to love anyone, especially not you Evan, you were-" He stops talking, and clenches his fists as his face twists in pain.

"I don't deserve to be happy Evan, I don't deserve your love."

"I'm not a good person." He says, making me clench his hand in mine.

"That wasn't for you to decide Donovan." I snap out, making him look at me. "You could have talked to me, I would have understood how you felt."

"No Evan, you don't-"

"I do know how you feel." I interrupt him.

"You're this sexy, handsome, well-known wealthy guy with so much going for you, you could have anyone you wanted, anything you wanted." I painfully voice. "I'd never be good enough to stand near you, I felt like a child compared to you, I admired you..."

"But." I swallow back the lump in my throat. "That didn't stop me from looking forward to seeing you when you called or texted, even though it was purely just sex on your end, I always... I- I always thought about you."

"You drove me crazy, did whatever you wanted, but..." I take a deep breath. "I fell for you hard, and when you told me it wasn't anything other than sex... it fucking hurt."

I force my eyes to look back at him, seeing his face fall from my words.

"You're the only man I've ever looked at Donovan, there's no one else, no woman... or man who can beat what I felt for you... what I still feel for you."

"Evan." Donovan's voice thickens. "I-"

I don't let him finish speaking as I move closer to him, close my eyes and press my lips against his in a soft, gentle motion, as I move to get closer to him.

Donovan's body tenses as I slowly move my lips over his, but then, after a few seconds he kisses me back, moving his hands to move me closer until I'm straddling him on his lap.

I feel my body melt into him as soon as he kissed me back, touched my skin with his much larger hands... moaned into my mouth as our lips moved in perfect sync, it felt like a missing piece I didn't know was gone had finally clicked back to where it rightfully belonged.

Donovan Steele...

He felt like home.