The Return of My First Love novel Chapter 74

Emily

Alessio led me into a separate room, closing the door gently behind us. I was so for having this conversation, but now that it was going to happen, I held my breath—hoping it would go differently from our last one.

"I want to say something, and all you need to do is hear me out," Alessio jumped right into it, holding my arms.

I nodded, feeling a bit relieved for now, knowing I didn't have to be the bad guy. Still, I didn't know what would leave his mouth. All I knew was that I wasn't going to stand there and watch him make up excuses again.

"I'm sorry for everything," he surprised me with his words. I hadn't expected him to start with an apology, especially not so openly.

"I shouldn't have told you your feelings didn't matter, I should've never brought up your past, I shouldn't have made it about me—and I should've never lied to you or put that tracker in your ring. It was wrong, and I'm sorry."

Hearing him acknowledge exactly what had to be acknowledged made me think about how long he had been carrying these thoughts. It was clear he had taken the time to reflect on his actions.

Good for him, because it gave me hope that we maybe could be on the same page.

Now it was time for me to accept that I hadn't been that perfect either, but apologizing had never been a problEmily for me. "I'm sorry for lashing out at you at the hospital, and I'm sorry for comparing you to Jason. You are nothing like him," I said, feeling a weight being lifted off my chest.

Comparing him to Jason was fucking brutal. Not even the devil could compare to him.

Alessio chuckled, "Thank God because I wouldn't want to be," he took both my hands in his. "And I don't ever want to argue again because I had to go to bed with blue balls again."

I giggled, expecting nothing less from him. "I see you're being romantic as always?"

"I'm trying," he shrugged, looking into my eyes.

"So, we're still good?"

"We are."

I pressed my lips against his, giving him a gentle kiss. A smile crept on my lips as he rested his forehead against mine, cradling my cheeks with his hands.

"Do you still love me?" he whispered.

"Never stopped loving you," I replied. He already knew the answer, he just wanted to hear it to make himself feel better. He pulled back to face me and showed me a smile. That same beautiful smile that made me realize I had fallen for him. Then he pressed a tender kiss to my forehead.

"Good—I love you too."

"Alessio!" A loud voice coming from the halls interrupted our moment. Alessio rolled his eyes, then let out a frustrated exhale.

This time there were loud knocks on the door. "Alessio!"

As he opened his mouth to say something, the door was swung open by one of his uncles. "Alessio, your dad needs you right now," he insisted, looking anything but relaxed.

"Yes, just wait a minute," Alessio attEmilypted to buy some time, but his uncle didn't want to hear any of it and sent a clear message with his eyes. "No, now. It can't wait."

Alessio and I exchanged a worried glance. "Where is he?"