Dear little nun…no poetry today, I wish I could have told you how pretty your smile was today. It was gone too quickly.
I wanted to read them, right this moment, but there were hundreds. I skimmed to the last one, a response to my letter about West, when I’d said: I don’t want to keep you from someone who can love you without mistake.
He’d replied:
Dear little wife,
Love is the most singularly human event in human existence.
But to err is human.
So then, love must be imperfect.
To love wholly, without limits, until death and beyond forever, our love must be riddled with mistakes.
Give me your imperfect love.
Everything else is just…fantasy.
Grayson knew my words when he’d said those horrible things to me earlier today. His real truth was waiting here for me this whole time.
And the tears fell harder.
“I had to use his words against him,” Gray said. “He was never going to believe you if I didn’t. I’m sorry, little wife. I’m sorry I had to lie. That I had to hurt you.”
All this time, Grayson had been listening to my fears, bleeding with me. He’d always been protecting me. Always been looking out for me. Trying to lift the weight off my shoulders as I tried to do the same to him.
“How long have you known?” I asked.
“Since right before you came back.”
“Why didn’t you say anything? If all this time you knew I was writing you?”
He arched a brow. “Why didn’t you?”
I worried my lip between my teeth. “I didn’t realize until just today how many secrets I’d been keeping. It didn’t start out this way. I messaged you when I had no other option in Scotland, but then I discovered some truths are easier to say when I thought no one was listening…and then the secrets started hiding from me. I hope you don’t think I didn’t want you to hear them, I just didn’t know how to say them out loud yet.”
A soft smile speared his lips. “I know, little wife.”
I swallowed. “All of my…”
My shame. My doubt. All the insecurities that made me feel less than…Grayson Crowne had been there, and he’d been holding my hand the entire way.
He lifted my chin, my blurry vision colliding with his. “You watch me when I’m not looking, Snitch? I listen when you think no one can hear.”
We moved closer, our lips a thread width away, squashing the dark night between our chests.
“I should have torn him off you that first night. I never should have let him crawl back into your chest.”
“He was always there…” I breathed, steaming our lips.
“Rusted,” Grayson broke off, his bloody hand sliding over my heart. “No more, little nun. I’m not letting that happen again. I will cut him out of you. I will cut anyone who even tries to get you again.”
His voice dark.
His promise darker.
A single second stretched, then he crushed his lips against mine and gripped the back of my neck, ripping a groan from my throat.