Damien pov
"We do," I agreed. "And Aria? I know you don't have to say it back and that's okay. I don't need you to say it until you're ready"
"Damien." She cut me off. "In that warehouse, when Marcus had the gun to my head, you know what I thought?"
"What?"
"That I couldn't die without telling you the truth." Her eyes were wet. "That I love you. I'm in love with you. Completely, terrifyingly, all-in love with you and I have been for months now, infact i never stopped loving you even after you hurt me I just used my anger to mask it all."
My breath caught. "You"
"I love you," she repeated, smiling through tears. "I love the man you've become, the father you are. The partner you've proven yourself to be. I love your terrible sense of humor and your obsessive spreadsheets and the way you make pancakes shaped like dinosaurs even though they always turn out looking like blobs. I love."
