Chapter 12 – You Love Me And You Know It

When I woke up, I was in bed and alone. I saw the tub of painkillers on the bed side table beside a glass of water. I popped two in my mouth and downed the water, which was difficult when lying down but I managed to get most of it in my mouth and minimal on the pillow, and waited until they had kicked in to move.

Going downstairs was a lot easier with the pills in my system. I saw that Filip was lying down on the couch with his hands folded on his stomach and snoring. I laughed quietly and padded through to the kitchen to make some coffee. I jumped when my phone rang. The caller ID showed Nikolai's name. I looked over to Filip and saw that he was still sound asleep and pressed the decline button while I sipped my coffee. Pushing the thought of Nikolai from my mind, I busied myself with making breakfast for myself and Filip.

I put everything needed for a good old English breakfast on two plates and carried them through to the living room. Putting one on the coffee table in front of him and shaking his shoulder gently to wake him up.

"G'mornin'" he muttered in a voice thick with sleep, "what's this?"

"Breakfast."

When he sat up and saw the plate he licked his lips. I handed him the cutlery. He asked if I wanted to eat at the dining table and I shook my head a bit too quickly to be casual. I perched in my squashy armchair and balanced the plate on my bare legs. We ate in silence but when he was done, Filip complimented me and thanked me before taking my empty plate off me and washing them and the pans up. I watched as he stood at the sink in tattered, odd socks; without the kutte and gun he looked like just a normal guy.

"Come on then Lass," he said once he was done drying and putting everything away, "get dressed. We need to go to TM."

"I can't drive on my tablets."

He smirked at me and I shook my head.

"There is no way I am riding on that death trap!" I exclaimed, reading his mind "no way in hell!"

"You'll love it! You seemed perfectly happy snuggling up to me last night."

I looked away with a blush and stuttered out a response and he laughed. I told him that I would ring Gemma or a taxi but he wasn't accepting that as an answer. I refused to give in though, I sat with my arms folded and shaking my head stubbornly.

"Come on," he drew closer to me and knelt down with his hand on my thigh, "you know you want to. I've seen you watching us on our bikes."

"Filip," I warned him, "you know I've just got out of hospital right? What if I fell off and hurt myself even more? And what if the Warrens come by with their guns and kill you?"

His face softened out of the mischievous smirk to a kinder smile but he wouldn't take no for an answer; telling me he's a really good driver and would keep me safe but I knew that already. He was looking me in the eyes earnestly and I felt compelled to say yes. Damn his stupid handsome face and warm brown eyes. I sighed and nodded. His grin returned, showing his dimples, and he squeezed my thigh gently.

"Damn you, Filip Telford," I muttered as I stood up.

"You love me and you know it."

I hummed disapprovingly with narrowed eyes and my lips pressed firmly together as he stood up, bracing himself on his knees. While I made my way upstairs he gathered his things together. I looked through my wardrobe for something both easy to put on and motorcycle appropriate. Getting dressed was difficult but I knew I couldn't ask Filip for any help. I thought about calling Kimbra but checked the time and knew she would be at work by now. I tried to put a bra on but I couldn't take the pain of the pressure it was putting on my chest. I hadn't worn one yesterday or during the time I was in the hospital and I was dreading going out without one, especially on the back of a motorcycle.

"Filip?" I called out, panicked when I saw that he wasn't in the house, "Filip where are you?"

"I'm here," I heard him call back.

I looked around and saw that the door leading from the house to the garage was open. I hadn't even noticed it. I looked in and my rapid heartbeat started to calm down when I saw him working over his bike. I hadn't been in my garage too much; there were too many spiders. I hesitantly stepped in looking around like a person on crack which made him laugh. I felt like there were insects crawling all over me and I hated it. I pushed the thought out of my brain and fixed my gaze on him.

"I need your help," I told him.

"Anything."

"Can you help me with my hair? I can't reach up to do it."

He nodded slowly. I don't think that's what he expected me to say but he followed me back into the house and I positioned myself in front of the large mirror in my entryway. He stood behind me and I handed him my hair brush and hair ties, telling him just to put it in a ponytail if he couldn't braid it. It was funny watching him concentrating so hard on brushing my hair and tying it up. Once he had gathered it in a ponytail, he froze. I watched his jaw clench and felt his ragged breathing on my neck. He ran his fingers over the marks left by the cigarette burns and met my eyes with his in the mirror. I just nodded at him, knowing what he was thinking and he continued to tie my hair up. Surprisingly, he did know how to braid.

"Thanks," I said once he was done.

"Anytime. Now come on, you've stalled for long enough. Are you ready to lose your bike virginity?"

"Only to you," I winked.

He laughed and took my hand to lead me back into my garage. He raised the garage door and pushed his bike out to the end of my driveway while I checked all my doors were locked. Nervously I waited until he had closed up the garage before I stepped close to the machine. He was looking at me expectantly and I hesitated.

"You're gonna be fine, Hen," he said gently, "I promise."

I smiled at the term of endearment I had only heard Scottish people use. I took his outstretched hand with a deep breath and swung my leg over the scary machine. He made sure I was alright, well balanced and that the helmet he had given me fit snuggly around my chin before hopping on easily in front of me. My breath hitched and I grabbed onto him tightly, squeezing around his stomach so tight that he choked, as the bike roared to life underneath me. I felt rather than heard him laugh as he patted my hands.

"I can't breathe, Sweet Girl. You need to loosen your grip."

"Sorry," I whispered and released my vice like grip only slightly so he could breathe again.

"Ready?"

I shook my head and squeaked when the bike started moving. I hid my face and shut my eyes tightly as he started driving down the road. I adjusted quickly to moving myself with the bike though and stopped tensing quite so much every time we went around a corner. I had managed to turn my head to the side and watch the world go by with fascination and amazement. It wasn't nearly as cold as I thought it would have been but perhaps that was because I had Filip blocking most of the wind.

Parking in TM was an… experience. Clay had come out and was shouting at Chibs. Clay was saying that Filip had put me in danger and reiterated what I had told him had worried me but when I slid, rather ungracefully, off the motorcycle and went to him he stopped shouting and looked over me with worry but I was grinning like a mad woman.

"Are you alright Pumpkin?" he asked, checking my arms and face.

"Dad," I laughed, "it was fun! I loved it! I only want to travel by bike now."

Filip laughed as he took my helmet off me, saying if that's what I wanted he would be happy to oblige. Clay shot him a quick glare but I hit him in the arm and told him to relax, how was I supposed to get here, like he asked, if I couldn't drive myself and did he really expect Chibs to leave his bike at my house? Clay sighed and put his arm around my shoulder, leading me into the clubhouse with the Scotsman following behind.

"You wanted to hear about the Warrens?" he said when we were inside.

I nodded and eased myself down into a chair. The clubhouse was strangely empty today with only the guys working on cars outside. Filip put a glass of orange juice in front of me and reminded me to take my tablets before sitting beside me. Clay sat down with a coffee mug across from me and sighed.

"I didn't want you to become a big part of this Vivania," my dad said with a withering look at me, "but I guess we can't shelter you from it forever. Before I tell you anything, I want you to tell me what you know, what were they asking you?"

"I think they're panicked," I mentioned, "they're business is starting to fail and they will need to start looking for more clients soon otherwise they'll have to move and release their grip around here but I don't think they will go willingly. They were asking me about your next moves, what do you know about them. They know about Fi- Chibs' time with the IRA and about killing a guy called Jimmy O?"

Filip shifted uncomfortably but nodded when I looked at him.

"They're scared of you," I told him which made him look slightly smug but he was still clearly uncomfortable, "and they mentioned someone else but the name means nothing to me. They knew that Chibs and I are good friends because someone called Al had told them?" I phrased it as a question.

The two men shared a thunderous look. I looked between them with wide, confused eyes. I didn't know who Al was but they quite clearly did. Clay nodded at Filip and they stood up quickly and strode out of the bar. I was baffled. I stood up slower and followed them out to see them striding across the lot towards the mechanic bays. I hobbled along behind them, shouting and asking where they were going. Clay turned around and told me to get back in the clubhouse but I kept walking and he didn't bother to tell me again, just let me follow them. Filip had carried on walking while Clay waited for me to catch up and I heard loud Scottish shouting.

"You treacherous little bastard!" he was shouting, "you scumbag!"

There was a loud crash and a shout of pain. Clay ignored me when I asked him hurriedly what was going on. When we rounded the corner I saw the anti-social prospect on the ground cowering beneath Filip and I gasped. The latter turned around and told me, with almost pleading eyes, to go back to the clubhouse but I shook my head and fixed my gaze back on to the man on the ground. He looked to Clay who just nodded slowly, he was going to let me stay and see what's going on.

The prospect, Al, looked at me with disdain, his small hazel eyes piercing me until Filip grabbed him by the front of his plain kutte and lifted him from his position on the ground to look him in the eyes.

"Don't you fucking look at her," he spat, "who are you?"

Al said nothing but struggled against Filip's grip. Clay moved forwards and grabbed the guy by his greasy hair and pulled him away from the other man. He looked him steadily in the eyes before swinging his fist and causing him to stagger back and into Filip who pushed him head first into the tool trolley. While he was on his knees, Clay took the neck of the cut and, in one swift movement, stripped it from his shoulders.

I flinched at the savageness of the men in front of me but made sure not to look away. I wanted to see who this guy was and why had he done what he did.

"I'm her stepbrother," he coughed, his voice was weak but venomous, "they sent me here to watch her and you. You didn't even see think to check who my family was before you took me on."

"You said you had no family," Clay growled and pulled him by the shoulder so that he was on his back, "what will your dad say when he finds out you've ratted?"

"Who cares?" Al said, "you're gonna kill me before they will?"

"What did you tell them?"

"Everything I knew."

I stood in shock. I knew Michael had a kid about my age but I never knew what he looked like. This guy looked nothing like him except for the dark hair. He looked back at me and Filip punched him in the jaw, his rings cutting the younger man's face.

"I told you not to look at her," he said in a dangerously low voice.

"Who else is ratting for them?" Clay asked.

"They know all about your little relationship with the Russian," Al said nastily and I saw Filip grimace slightly.

"Is he involved?" I asked him before either of the other men could say anything.

I made sure that my voice didn't waver or tremble; I wanted to show him and Clay that I was tougher than they gave me credit for. I looked at him steadily without tears and any signs of pain or betrayal as I braced myself for the worst possible outcome.

"That pussy?" Al laughed humourlessly, "you've been with him; you should know that he's too much of a romantic to do anything to hurt you. He actually likes you, for some reason."

"So he's not working with you," I carried on, "but someone who knows him is. Who is it?"

"Nikolai is a pawn, a front man for the actual boss. Alana Bachekova is the real boss, her dad anyway."

I recognised the name and could immediately picture who she was. The woman that sat beside Nikolai on our first meeting. I have to admit to my surprise and judging by the faces on my dad and Filip they were too. They had always thought that Nikolai was the one in cahoots with the Warrens.

"And it's this Alana that's working with you?"

Al nodded with a sick smirk and informed me about the beating Nikolai had gotten when they found out he had been seeing me. He had been kicked out of the group and they had moved away from Charming. I thought about the phone call I had declined earlier that morning. Had it been Nikolai that was ringing me or was it someone else?

"They are escaping my uncle's wrath and if you're as clever as you think you are, you will too. They want you back. They like you."

"They can go fuck themselves. Tell them I said that and tell them that I will never go back willingly."

"That's enough Viv!" Clay exclaimed and looked at me with an irritated expression, "stop provoking him."

"I'm not scared," I told him and this time I really meant it.

"You should be." Al spat, "they're gonna kill you!"

"Are they?" I asked and folded my arms.

"I've had enough of this," Filip sighed and grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and lifted him to his feet before looking at me.

"What do you want us to do with him?" Clay asked me, also turning to look at me fully.

I was at a loss for words. I thought Clay was in charge; I thought something like this would have to be up to a club vote but their expectant gaze made me think otherwise. I took a breath and my rib ached.

"Tie him up," I said monotonously, "and break his ribs. Give him back to his dad."

Clay looked at me with a proud expression and smiled. He nodded at me and Filip did the same before they took one arm each and started to walk him, struggling, into the bar. Filip picked up a wrench from the trolley as he passed it. I followed behind them.

"Call Jax," Clay said to me, "tell him to get all the guys to the clubhouse now."

I nodded and did as he said.

Once all the guys had arrived, they were stood around in a circle with Al in the middle, his arms tied behind him with duct tape. They had been filled in as to what was happening and most of them seemed to be in agreement with my decision to get back at them. The only person that was opposed was Piney who said that it will antagonise the Warrens into action.

"That will work in our favour," Jax said angrily, "we have all the power now. We know they will retaliate, we just need this guy to tell them where they are based."

Al spat at Jax who punched him in the nose.

"Alright," Jax shrugged, "have it your way. Shall we?"

Clay nodded and handed Jax the wrench.

"You sure you wanna watch this Sweet Girl?" Filip asked me.

The look of confusion on everybody's faces would have been funny if I wasn't about to see someone get tortured. I hadn't realised before but he had never called me that in front of anyone else. They looked at me; waiting for my confirmation. I nodded and Filip came to stand beside me. His arm went around my shoulders, he tucked me into his side as Jax swung and the first blow of the wrench hit its target. The blood pounded in my ears as I flinched but didn't look away.

"You bitch!" Al screamed at me, "I can't wait to see you dead on the ground! I can't wait to bury you where no one can find you."

"Shut up," Jax grunted and slammed the wrench down again.

When it had been happening to me I didn't scream or cry out; I didn't make a noise. Al didn't have the same level of resilience as I did though, clearly, or maybe he just hadn't had the childhood I did where if you made a noise or alerted anyone it got ten times worse.

The crack of his ribs was silent but his reaction showed when it had happened. He was crying and screaming. The sound of his screams more than the violent actions themselves made me wince. I knew how much it hurt and I didn't envy him at all. Jax dropped the wrench on the floor and wiped his forehead with his sleeve. Clay nodded, satisfied, and looked to me. His eyes searched my face but I fought to show no signs of being bothered by what I had just seen.

My dad came over to me and kissed me on top of the head.

"You did well, Kid," he said to me quietly, "Happy and Tig are gonna take him so his parents can find out what happened. You alright with that?"

I nodded and he gestured for them to get the man out of the bar. They unbound his hands by ripping off the tape and I winced again, looking down at my own bandaged wrists. his just looked sore though, nowhere near as blistered and cut as mine were.

"I don't think you did enough," Happy said to me as he helped Tig pull him from the chair, "I would have killed him."

"His family will do that for us," Clay told him.

Once he was out of the building the other guys stood solemnly in the bar. They had just found out that a prospect, someone they should have been able to trust, was actually feeding the enemy information so I don't blame them. They nodded to me, some checked if I was alright, as they started to help themselves to drinks.

"You want some wine?" Opie asked me.

"Can't drink on my antibiotics," I said with a small smile even though I probably needed something stronger than just a wine.

"I think just one would be alright," Filip said and shook me slightly, "trust me, I'm a doctor."

I let out a ragged breath and nodded. He lead me over to the bar and helped me to sit up on a bar stool while Chucky came in and started to tend the bar. He passed me a glass of wine with a sympathetic look and slid some whiskey to Filip who raised his glass to the bartender. He clinked his glass against mine.

"To your first order as SAMCRO princess," he said quietly, "well done. You did well to watch it on your first time."

"It was horrible," I said, "but he deserved it for what he did to you guys. Besides, there was no blood."

He seemed to understand and nodded, drinking down his drink in one go. His arm was around my waist and I was leaning against his chest when Jax came over and stood beside me. My cousin looked up at the Scottish man and grinned.

"S'up, Sweet Girl," he teased.

I blushed but greeted him. Filip coughed but if he was bothered by Jax's teasing he didn't show it and he didn't remove his arm from around me either, instead he rested his chin on my head. I had my back to the rest of the bar but I had a strange feeling that we were being looked at. Jax chatted to me easily, like he hadn't just broken a man's ribs on my orders, but then again he probably did this sort of thing all the time. He asked me what sort of sleep I had last night and I told him it was good to be back in my own bed but let out the part where I fell asleep on Filip. While we spoke, the doors opened and Tig and Happy came back in.

"Did you put him somewhere someone would find him?" Clay asked over his beer bottle.

"Yeah," Tig said, "threw him out at the hospital. He says he won't say it was us."

"Can't trust him though," Happy rasped as he accepted the beer from Jax.

There was a murmur of agreement from the rest of the guys and Clay called them all into the meeting room. Filip turned me to face him and checked I was going to be alright.

"I'll be fine," I reassured him, "I've got Chucky to keep me company."

"Are you sure?"

"Stop fussing and go!"

He laughed quietly but put his hands up in a surrendering position before turning and making his way into the meeting room with the others. When I turned back to Chucky he was looking at me with raised eyebrows. I mimicked his expression.

"Something going on there?" He asked me.

"No, I mean I don't think so," I frowned, "I think something would have happened by now."

"Really? I mean it was a pretty intense look he was giving you before."

"I don't know what you mean Chucky. Now stop being so nosy."

There were some whistles and whoops coming from the meeting room, loud enough that we could hear it through the door.

"I'm just saying…"

I laughed off his comments but I knew what he meant. He was acting normal but there was something else in the way he was being lately. It was different between us and it started at the hospital. I can only guess it was because he was being kind to me without wanting anything in return. That was somewhat of a rarity in my life.

"Damn you Chucky," I sighed and looked up at him in frustration, "why do you have to complicate things?"

He just laughed as I heard the gavel bang and movement and chatter erupt from the meeting room. I turned to look and Clay came over. He stood leaning against the bar letting me know that Filip was going to take me home and stay with me again that evening since Michael and Christopher seemed wary of him over anyone else. I was happy with that decision.

We hung around the lot until the evening and happily, I got to see Kimbra who dropped by when I wasn't answering my door at home. I hadn't seen her since my first few days of being awake so I was pleased to see her. She had given me a hug that was slightly too hard but I didn't care; I was happy for the girl time. She talked to me about what was happening in her life, what had happened between her and the other Croweaters while I was away and things like that. Apparently, the girl that I had had a fight with was back around since she had heard I was in hospital but nobody had really socialised with her. I wasn't really bothered about her but she seemed to find it really funny. Livia had gone off Tig now and had moved on to Bobby which did surprise me.

I didn't tell her about what had happened with Al and my week of hell. I didn't really want to think about it. She commented on my renewed relationship with my dad, telling me that she was happy we finally seemed to be getting along. I thought the same. Since our heart to heart in the hospital we had gotten closer and I had accepted that, for a while at least, I wouldn't be able to throw anything heavier than a paper aeroplane so I tried not to get too wound up about things he would say.

By the time she had to leave it was getting dark. I was getting nervous about her going home alone in the dark so I asked if Happy and Juice would go with her. They double checked with Clay first and he understood my fears and let them go. I know I was maybe being too careful but Michael had threatened me and the people I loved so now we had broken his son's ribs I wanted to be doubly sure that everyone would be ok.

"You're being so twitchy!" Kimbra chastised me but I could tell she loved the idea of them taking her home.

"Time for us to go to?" Filip asked.

"Yeah just hold on." I said as I hugged Kimbra goodbye.

I told Clay that I was leaving but I still wanted to know what he had to tell me about the Warrens. I wanted to know what was happening with them now that they had taken action against them and he promised me that he would come by the house tomorrow morning to tell me everything. I believed him. He exchanged looks with Filip and the latter nodded.

"Alright," I said, standing from my chair and leaning in to kiss my dad's cheek, "I'll get going now."

"Come on, Sweet Girl," Tig teased and pointed to his cheek, "Chibby gets you all to himself for two nights in a row and I can't even get a kiss anymore!"

"Stop whining," I laughed, "I'm getting to you."

I kissed his cheek and the rest of the guys who stepped forwards to say goodbye. By the time everyone was satisfied I followed Filip out to his motorcycle. I wasn't so nervous this time and I was only slightly terrified when the engine roared.

Driving through the night was even more mesmerising than the day time. When I had trusted the bike, and driver, enough to loosen my grip on him I leaned back and looked up to the stars. With a grin on my face, I left go with my left hand and held my arm out straight. I laughed as the wind flew through my fingers and across my face. I watched the stars unmoving up overhead as we zipped through the town and onto my street. Once the bike stopped, I hesitated to get off.

"Are you alright?" he asked, turning slightly to look at me.

"I don't- I don't think I want to go home just yet."

"I told you, you'd love it."

I looked back at him, returning his smile. I did love it, I felt free and reckless on the back of his motorcycle but at the same time I felt safe with the guy driving it. I liked being close to him, I know we were just friends but Chucky's words were going through my head.

"Alright then, Sweet Girl," he said and reached back to pat my thigh, "I know somewhere we could go."

I nodded and rested my cheek against the reaper on his back as the bike lurched forwards.

Once the engine died down, the silence was deafening. We were on top of a steep hill with the whole of Charming below us and the cleat night sky overhead. I could see the floodlit TM lot and where the clubhouse would be. I swung my leg back over the bike and took off the helmet. I walked a few steps forwards and took a deep breath of the fresh air, ignoring the pain in my lungs as I did so. It was so quiet and serene and I loved it.

"It feels like we're the only people in the world," I whispered, not wanting to break the silence too much, "doesn't it?"

Filip said nothing as he came to stand beside me. We stood in silence for a long time, each in our own thoughts. Despite how calm I was feeling my mind was racing through all sorts of different things. I was thinking about everyone I knew being in danger but also, strangely, I was worried about my mother. She was never a nurturing kind of person, not really, but at some point in my life she had loved me enough to at least try and escape this life. I wondered if somewhere, deep down, I was made for it. I didn't feel bad about Al being injured like that and I hated it.

The truth is that I hadn't really been able to feel anything since Anya died. I reasoned with myself that I had been in shock but two months down the line and the only time I ever thought of her was when I was dreaming. I had cut her out of my life like she hadn't existed when, for a long time, she was the most important person to me.

I hadn't been able to grieve for her; I couldn't go to a funeral or have any memorial. I didn't have any photographs of her, only my memories that were already getting fuzzy and uncertain. I remembered the last conversation I ever had with her when I had said I had been lying to her for our entire friendship. I hadn't told her I loved her.

I felt an arm go around my shoulders and Filip pulled me against my chest with his cheek resting on the top of my head. I relaxed against him, circling my arms under his kutte and hugging him back.

After around a half an hour of standing, Filip had drawn me back to his bike. I had protested quietly against going home but stopped when I saw he was sitting on the grass. I let him pull me down so that my back was resting against his chest and I was sat between his legs. His arms were around my waist and his chin on my shoulder.

"We are friends," I said to him quietly, "aren't we?"

He chuckled and felt him kiss my bare shoulder.

"We're not just friends," he whispered back, almost inaudibly quiet, "and you fucking know it."

I turned my head to look at him and almost immediately his had captured my lips with his in a soft, short kiss before he pulled away to see my reaction. I looked up at him wide eyed and when he was about to say something, judging from his expression an apology, I put my hand on his cheek and pulled him back down to me. Ignoring the jab in my ribs, I turned so that I was now kneeling over him with my hands holding his face against mine; deepening the kiss.

"Sweet Girl," he mumbled, moving his lips down my neck and to my collar bone, "Viv."

I hummed and tangled my hands into his hair as his made their way up my tank top and glided across the skin of my waist tenderly so he didn't hurt me. His beard felt scratchy against my soft skin but I didn't care. I hissed when his hand grazed my bruises, not because he hurt me but because it was so sensitive that it tickled. He broke away from kissing my body to look at me.

"I'm sorry," he breathed, "I'm sorry."

I shook my head wordlessly wanting to let him know that I wasn't in pain. He kept his eyes fixed on mine as he lifted the bottom of my shirt up. I swallowed, unsure of whether I wanted him to see the size of the bruise on my body, but nodded when he stopped. With one swift, practiced motion my top was on the ground beside us. I smiled and laughed slightly when he made a noise that sounded almost like a growl.

The cold air felt nice in comparison to his hot hands that drew across my skin. He moved my arm so that he could see the extent of my bruise. Filip rested his forehead against my chest, with his arms wrapped around me and I kissed the top of his head.

"I guess we shouldn't do this," he said with a sigh, his cool breath fanning over my stomach, "I don't wanna hurt you."

"You won't," I mumbled against his hair, "I know you won't."

And with my encouragement, not that he needed much of it, he lay me back onto the grass. His hands tugging on my jeans and grabbing at my skin hungrily but I wasn't much better. I pushed his kutte off his shoulders and pulled his shirt up and over his head so I could touch his back, his chest, his stomach, just anywhere I could.

When I looked into his eyes once he had taken a break from kissing me I realised something I think I had known for a long time. I had known even before I was in the hospital, before Nikolai. I knew that wherever Filip Telford was, I would be home. I smiled and laughed at how ridiculously romantic I was being and he gave me the most adorable questioning look.

"What is it?" he asked with his head tilted to the side.

"Nothing I just-" I sighed and pushed back the loose hair that had fallen in front of his face, "I just love you, Filip Telford."

He surprised me by laughing too, his hand left where it was on my thigh and held my cheek.

"You have no idea how long I have been waiting for you to say that," he laughed and kissed my lips tenderly, "I love you Vivania."

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