The following scene is from chapter twenty-five and is written from Isabella's perspective. I can't give away all of what came before, but let's just say that her and her friends are in a *little bit* of trouble and things keep escalating. Just a few hours before this scene, Isa's boyfriend Ben quietly admits that he's in love with her. She didn't have even a minute to let her heart flutter or absorb the news.
Fast forward to them sitting in Ben's truck while Grey waits in the car behind them. They're having one last quiet moment together before she and her best friends seclude themselves and start looking for the answers to some pretty serious questions.
Ben turned to face me. "Are you going to be okay, Isa? I'm worried about you. You and your friends have been through so much these last few days." He gently brushed his fingers along the line of my face, concern clouding his eyes. "I meant what I said back there, Isa. I'm in love with you. And I'm afraid for you. Too much trouble has been following you lately." His eyes went to the rear view mirror, glancing in Grey's direction.I jumped to her defense. "It's not Grey's fault, Ben! Promise me you won't blame Grey for any of this. She's still in shock from everything. I need to be here for her and help her work through this over the next few days, okay?"
I could see the tension that set in Ben's jaw. Clearly, he was not okay. He blew out a lung-full of air, causing his bangs to lift. I couldn't help but giggle. I leaned in toward him and cupped his face.
"Benjamin Charles Harper," I said as I stared directly into his eyes.
"Isabella Victoria Adams," Ben replied, his smile disarming. Something stirred deep inside, tugging in hidden places. "We've established our names. Now what?" he whispered.
I pulled him toward me. The fear, tension, anger, and confusion that had been churning inside of me for the past two days melted away when my lips met his. Our kiss was long and slow. Both demanding more, both making promises for later. I went deeper still, trying to communicate how much I loved him in return and how much I would need from him as we trudged through this awful mess. My hands went to his hair and grabbed on for dear life. I began to sob, breaking the kiss short.
My voice, husky from the thick emotions swirling around in my heart, came out in a whisper. There was a first for everything.
"I love you too, Ben."
I can't wait to share more with you in the future and I'm dying to hear what you think of this short, but hopefully sweet, scene. It's the first time I've shared any of my work with readers outside of my crit group. So be gentle!
Hugs, happiness, and everlasting love to you all.