Because my muse owns my ass.
“What are you doing here?” Oliver frowned as Felicity stepped onto the jet behind Diggle.
”Where else would I be?”
He shook his head. “No, you should stay in Starling City. You have a life, you have Ray—”
“Ray and I broke up.”
Oliver’s mouth hung open in shock. “Oh?”
Her hands fidgeted in front of her body as she took the seat next to Oliver. “Yeah.”
He frowned. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m not.” She turned in her seat to face him. “I couldn’t…I can’t…” She lowered her head as emotion overwhelmed her, and she swiped a finger across her eye. She looked back up and pinned him with her stare. “I need you in my life.”
Oliver heard what she couldn’t quite say, and his heart clenched with both joy and pain. Joy, because he was selfish, and wanted her heart to himself. Pain, because he could never really be worthy of her. “Felicity—”
“Wait, I’m not finished.”
He pressed his lips together, waiting for her to continue.
Her hands continued their fidgeting as her gaze flitted around the cabin. “I know you think you don’t
deserve happiness, and I can’t make you reach for it. You have to choose happiness for yourself. But, I know—” She ducked her head as her voice cracked, pausing to compose herself before continuing. “If I let you leave, and I didn’t come with you, I would regret it for the rest of my life.”
He let out a harsh breath and tears filled his vision as her words stirred something in his heart. “Felicity.”
Her lips trembled as she gazed into his eyes. “I love you.”
One tear fell down his cheek, and he couldn’t restrain his passion any longer.
He pulled her face close for a kiss.