Chapter 29 - Stephanie's Confession

/Stephanie's Point of View/

His admission took my breath away. I sat there stunned for what seemed like an hour but was probably only a minute.

What did he mean by that? Did he mean he wanted to be friends, colleagues, partners, more? These past days since he got back have been amazing, but did he see me as a chance for more? Do I go out on a limb? Do I put my heart on the line? He's said some stupid shit though? He's never wanted a relationship? But we have one. He has held me every night as we slept since he returned. He's sitting here beside me. Why is he here when the core team has left? Is it me? Does he not trust me? Fuck, I'm spinning and I know it.

"Something's burning, Babe," he whispered. I turn my head to stare straight into his chocolate brown eyes. They are watching me. He seems relaxed but worry lines seem to be forming.

Why is he worried? Does he know I know he looks worried? I'm still spinning and I don't know how to stop.

I felt his fingers brush against my thigh and ultimately my hand. He interlocked our fingers and brought them to his lips. He kissed my knuckles, never taking his eyes from mine.

This seems serious. Is he really ready for something more? I'm not sure I can handle this. I've screwed up every relationship I've ever had.

"Babe," he whispered. My breathing seems to settle. Was I hyperventilating? My heart rate seems to rocket. Is this it?

"Babe," he said again. This time there was more in his voice. A tremble? More emphasis? His eyes never left mine.

What am I scared of? I've faced down homicidal maniacs. I've faced down gangs. I've faced down naked, oily skips.

I closed my eyes for a second to recenter. When I reopened my eyes, he was still looking at me waiting. His worry lines were still there.

"I can't imagine my life without you either," I offered in a whisper that got carried away with the breeze. His worry lines softened and he started to smile.

I'd taken the first step, so what the hell. It's going to hurt like hell if I'm wrong, but if I'm right?! "I love you, Ranger." I stayed focused on his eyes which began to sparkle as his smile grew.

"Carlos, I'd prefer you call me Carlos. And I love you, too," he said. I could feel my smile overtaking my face. I sat up, turned, and straddled him.

"I love you, Carlos," I said with a smile. Seems we both liked hearing his given name.

This kiss that followed encompassed me and stopped my rambling completely. We held each other, reveling in holding each other for a long time.

Ultimately, we moved inside and took our joining to the bedroom.