Frowning and irritable I made my way to my door trying to decipher who in their right mind would be making such a raucous. Unaware of the time, I used the peephole and Luc was their looking battered. Had he just come from his fight and made his way to my place? I wondered while fumbling with the locks to open the door.

He stumbled inside and leaned against me with a bottle of champagne in one hand and a newspaper in the other.

"I wanted you to see this, plus you left me without celebrating."

He smelled horrid of alcohol and I was slowly becoming angry as to why he showed up like this.

He found his way to the couch speaking belligerent words. All I heard during his muttering was, 'you left' and 'celebrate', plus 'you are famous' all before he closed his eyes.

I was annoyed that he thought he still had access to my place, which clearly he still did. my anger stirred and i was fuming as I gazed upon his scared face and bloodied hand wrapped in gauze and tape

I snatched the paper and barely made out a picture of me in the last second of his fight when he had turned to looked directly at me. I was staring at a picture of myself with a caption. 'The boxer won hearts and his game'.

I read a few lines from the article:

'Jean-Luc found his second wind and took the title then turned to the crowd searching out this young-lady in what seem to be approval.'

He was looking for my approval? Was this fight as huge as they made it sound? I had no clue. I wanted him to awake from his drunken state and explain everything to me. I needed to fill in the gaps, then the doorbell rang a second time.

I definitely was not sure who it could be on the other side. peeping a second time in ten minutes imet a pair of hazel-eyes. 'She' was on the other side.

"Hi, I'm Rea De freitas, Jean-luc's manager. Sorry to bother you at this time but I know Jean-luc was supposed to be on his way to you."

"He's here if you need him," I answered abruptly and showed my anger in the words. stepping aside i made for her to enter. she did but turned toward me.

"Oh no, no. I don't need him I wanted to make sure he was fine."

I rolled my eyes at her, making sure she knew her words had no effect on me at all. She didn't make to go close to him and i was puzzled. then spoke again.

"Before I leave I must tell you that he needed some time to prepare for this fight and I offered my place as I had to be out of town for a long time. I know you all had an argument and I'm sorry to cause any trouble."

She said the words so softly and I heard the kindness in her voice.

"Thank you for the assurance. I was........it's fine."

My anger subsided and ebbed away to become nothing. Replacing it was a new, raw, emotion and I thanked her for the explanation.

She left. No other words to fill the silence. I turned to see Luc on the couch, my couch, where I knew he was drunk, belligerent and, apparently, mine!

He was mine right?

I couldn't resist kissing the nape of his neck on the same spot his tattooed lips were present. Once again, remembering the first time I did that same act. he turned and opened his eyes. looking at me with passion and adoration.

"Ah, the building siren. Always ready to soothe away my p"

:Luc, I am sorry."

"No my love, I am sorry. I should've shown you how much I fought myself. Resisting the urge to take you in my arms."

He just called me 'his love'.

"Tonight I won a fight but I want to win this war with you. May you be mine?"

"I am always yours."

I didn't fight it anymore and gave into his strong arms as it enveloped me.

"Thanks for singing your song building siren"

"I only sing for you my love" and I settled into his arms warming the place my lips once were present.

AN. OMG, did he just confess his love?

He is the cutest ever. I could just wrapp my arms around him.

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