“Shit,” he mutters, running a hand through his hair. “That wasn’t supposed to… I mean, I didn’t mean to—fuck.”
“Mihai,” I start, but he’s already on one of his famous spirals.
“No, let me fix this,” he says quickly. “What I meant was… I don’t know what I meant. Fuck, Maddy, I’m not good at this. I wasn’t supposed to say it like that. Or now. Or?—”
“Mihai,” I interrupt, reaching out to place a hand over his mouth. “Stop talking.”
He freezes, his dark eyes locking onto mine, uncertainty flickering in them. Slowly, I lower my hand, letting out a shaky breath as I cup his face.
“Te iubesc, Mihai,” I say softly, my voice steady despite the butterflies in my chest. “I’ve known for a while. Just didn’t know how to say it.”
His shoulders relax, and the tension melts from his face. “You really mean that?”
I nod, smiling up at him. “Yeah. I do.”
He lets out a breath, pulling me into his arms and burying his face in my hair. “Te iubesc,Madison,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. “So fucking much.”
As we sit there, tangled in each other, I know this is what love feels like—raw, messy, and absolutely perfect with the occasional spiral.
Loving Mihai isn’t safe or simple. It’s reckless. But I don’t mind the risk. Some things are worth it.
And Mihai Vasile? He’s worth everything.
