Chapter Ninety-three

When he pulled away, Dylan searched her face like he was afraid she was only a figment of his imagination. "I can't believe you're really here."

Ella continued to stare at him without a word, she didn't know where to start. "You bought my flowers and sent me a note five years ago." She started and Dylan’s hands fell to his side as he wondered how she knew about it. "You kissed me that night and I thought it was Jason."

"Ella..." Dylan felt like he was backed to a corner, he didn't know how she'd react. Will she be mad at him for doing all that?

"You named the yacht your father got for you before he died after me but you lied about it why?"

Ella stared at him, waiting for his response.

"I didn't think it mattered." he said with uncertainty.

"We'll it does matter." Ella said. "It matters a lot." and then she crashed her lips against his catching him off guard. "I love you Dylan, always." She confessed as they came up for air.

"And I love you."