DESIRED (BWWM)

Three Little Words

"But I'm not a house Elijah, I'm a person and you can't own a person. I'm not an object," she states and my hands unintentionally tighten around her waist as I try to control my anger.

"But you are my home baby. Would it make you feel better if I said that you owned me too?" I ask, taking one of her hands and opening it so her palm is visible to the both of us. "That you have me right here? In the palm of your pretty little hands?" She shivers in my hold and I smile against her skin.

"You own me Renée, I am yours just like you're mines. You're all I think about, the only thing I want, the only thing I see. Your scent drives me crazy, your body a constant temptation, your smart mouth, your voice, your skin, your eyes. You consume me entirely.

You.

Own.

Me.

And I love you," I say surprising myself with my own admission. A gasp leaves her mouth and she turns around to face me. "What?" She questions and I shake my head to clear my thoughts.

"Nothing."
"No. You said you love me," she demands and I slowly nod my head. "I love you," I say repeating my words as the most beautiful smile I've ever seen spreads across her face.

"You can't take it back," she says and my heart breaks at her strange words.

Why would I ever take my love back?

"I won't take it back. Mai," I say firmly as she wraps her hands around my neck, hiding her face in my chest.
(Translation: Never)

"I love you too," she says breathlessly and I release the breath I didn't know I was holding.
"That's good, that's real good baby,"

"What happens now?"

"Now we brush our teeth and go to bed."

                                ***

Renée

I leave Elijah asleep in bed as I get ready for school, walking down the stairs and going to the kitchen as I hum a tune in my head.

Happy.

Happy is an understatement. A word not great enough to express the way I'm feeling. The way I felt when he held me in his arms and told me he loved me.

I turn a corner and the band I'm using to tie my hair drops from my hands as a surprised gasp leaves my mouth.

What the hell?

"Ren!" Wills voice calls from the kitchen where he's seemingly making breakfast and I give him a confused smile.
"Will?"

"Yeah, surprised?" He asks and I close my opened mouth. "What are you doing here?" I inquire, glancing up the stairs nervously.

This isn't good.

"I work here," he explains and I nod my head, taking a seat behind the counter and biting my thumb.

"I thought you worked at the hotel," I inquire and he shrugs his shoulders. "I heard Mr Alejandro was low on staff so I decided why not? It also increases my chances of seeing you again." He states giving me a warm smile and effectively making me feel like scum.

"I'm sorry for not answering your calls," I say in a rush, watching as he shrugs his shoulders.
"Its okay, I get it,"

"No its not okay. Its just that-Elijah-he's uh-,"
"Seriously Renée, its okay. I'm just happy I finally get to see you again," he says and a smile forms on my face but drops immediately when I hear footsteps on the stairs.

This isn't good.

This.

Isn't.

Good.