"I'm obsessed with you," he whispered.
The band surged back in then, taking over the song completely, but the words had already landed.
Veronica sobbed, and Luca smiled. He pulled her into his arms. The ballroom disappeared.
Or maybe it didn't. Maybe everyone was still there. It just stopped mattering. He kissed her hard.
A strong and very public declaration. A claim, yes—but more than that, a confession. This woman had taught him everything he had never believed he would learn. She had taught him that love was not weakness. That happiness was not a myth reserved for softer men. That holding your heart in your hands and offering it to another person was worth doing.
She had taught him what it meant to be truly in love. She had taught him what it meant to be truly happy.
Luca kissed her like he wanted the whole damned world to understand that. Veronica was not the only one with wet eyes.
