Love's POV

"Baby wake up, we're here" I open my eyes and look around. It takes me a minute, but I see the hotel and know I slept the entire way; Camila and I have spent a lot of time together preparing for her move. Coupled with the fact that this year I experienced insomnia that sometimes lasted for weeks.

"Sorry," I say as I sit up in the seat, Temor looks at me, and it reminds me of how he looked the first night I met him, smiling, but his eyes were as sad as my heart was then.

We get out of the car as the Valet comes to get the keys " don't we need to get our bags?" I asked, glancing at the trunk. " No, I already checked in and took the bags upstairs...I thought I was going to have to carry you to the room you were sleeping so hard," he chuckles.

The suite is impressive; obviously, Temor did more than bring the bags up. I walk into a candlelit room with champagne chilling on the table, music playing, and flowers on the table.

"This is nice," I say, walking toward the bedroom. The bedroom is also lit with candles, and I notice a balcony off the bedroom. I walk to look outside, and I can see how close we are to the ocean. The moon is bright, and it reminds me of a greeting card.

I walk back into the living area and see Temor pouring champagne. He hands me the champagne flute and leads me to the sofa. We sit down very close to each other. Temor places his champagne on the table and turns to me." What are you thinking?" he asked, squeezing my thigh.

"I want to know why now? Why do you want to be with me now? Why? I mean Its been months, and we just had sex a couple of times and few phone calls.."

My voice is shaking, and the tears are coming. Still, I keep talking my tone is filled with all the blame I want to place on him for how miserable I have been for the past year, but I know it's wasn't all his fault. Still, he is here, so he will get everything that is now pouring from my mind and my heart.

" I don't understand, I have watched you with other girls all... fucking.. summer, you ...think.....people think this smile is easy to keep on my face, this shit kills me ...".I say, wiping the tears off my face. I'm now up and pacing back and forth. The pressure in my chest is too much, I feel myself getting more upset, and I know I should probably shut the fuck up but nope...I keep talking...

" Temor, I know what you are used to, hell I know I am not your type for more than one reason. I know the girls you have been kicking it with. I know you are used to them doing whatever you say and believing all the shit you say, but what I also know is... I ...am ...not...built..for... the ...the bullshit, you don't know me Temor, you have no idea...

...you don't know...you fuckin embarrassed me ..calling me a hoe! I have been with two people..you being one of them, but I'm the hoe...?"

I really wish I could stop talking, but my heart has control of my tongue so the purge continues.

"you, on the other hand ..have a reputation of slinging dick all over the city... ..you had a baby, YO, a baby....and you had a girlfriend...but I'm the hoe..no, I am not a hoe I am just big dumb?!.... You had a baby with a girlfriend I didn't know existed until ...until...after you fucked me...you straight tried to run game on me and play me!.... I can't do it...no, I will NOT ...do...this with you if you gonna be on some mack bullshit. I am not going to deal with the other girls, extra babies, and fucking lies. You promised me ..then Temor...you fucking looked me in my face while you were inside me ...and you fucking promised...me...you promised you would never make me cry...you would never hurt me...but guess what...I spent all summer doing just that cryin and fuckin hurt..."

My tears have taken away my ability to speak, so I just cry, and then I sob, and I can feel the pressure ease up.

I don't feel as agitated. I finally got to say what I have been thinking for the last year as I cried myself to sleep. Or every time I heard a song that made me think of all the times I put my heart out there believing love would always win, how fucking childish.

I am wrapped in Temor arms " I am sorry," he keeps repeating this in my ear. And then he is kissing my ear and down my neck. I feel a sense of relief. The one who caused my pain is the only one who can ease my pain. Kissing me, he walks us to the bedroom.

I feel myself fall back on the bed, and we are kissing each other aggressively; it almost feels like hatred..and then I feel him enter me, and he lifts my legs to go deeper.

"Love, have you been waiting for me baby, did you give yourself to anyone"

he breathes heavily in my ear.

"You can be mad at me, baby, but don't leave me again..okay?"
I don't respond, and this makes him more aggressive. .

"Sweetheart...

Answer me...did you...Love...I am so sorry..don't leave...me, I promise you on my life, Love I will never hurt. you ...Love "

I can feel his movements become frantic, and now he is looking me in my eyes..I am caught off guard by his wet eyelashes and the tears I see.

" I love you. I've been in love with you " with his admission that he loves me, I have officially given in to him. Our lips touch, and I can feel him release all his frustration, desperation, hope, and love into me.

❤Love Quote...
"I've always been a sucker for love."