Arabella’s Errick (His POV)

Lord Errick Shorn, Earl of Tourlaine took in the mass of glittering debutantes and inwardly groaned. He was tired of the endless crowding of simpering young ladies vying to be near him. In their over-eagerness to please, conversations were limited to what they thought would please him. Yet they had no idea and never took the time to find out what he was interested in.

Before he could become ensnared by any more of the influential matrons pushing their daughters at him, he stepped out onto the dimly lit patio. It was too cold for anyone to be out walking in the cool evening air but warm enough that he could stay out for a good while and not freeze. 

Glancing back into the ballroom, a tall dark-haired beauty that he did not recognize caught his attention. The woman was stunning, it took no brains to notice that, but that is not what held his interest. She had a familiar look about her, as if he should know her, but did not. Who did he know that would spark that sort of recognition? 

The lady was currently enduring a dance with the Marquis of Waltonbury. And if dancing with him was anything like talking to the man, she was enduring his presence well with a smile he might say was demure or even sweetly forbearing.

Safely hidden outside he openly watched her glide across the floor despite her partner’s heavy-handed lead. She didn’t even wince when the Marquis stumbled a time or two over his own feet.

Once the dance ended Errick watched as she began making her way to the same door he had used to disappear out onto the patio. He melted back into the shadows, keeping an interested eye on her progress. Many people, men and women alike, paused in their conversations to watch her pass. 

Surprisingly she made it outside with no major hindrances, no one seemed to notice her slip out after all the attention she had received simply walking across the room. He watched her give a hearty sigh once the door closed. 

“Escaping?” He rumbled softly, not wanting to scare her too much.

The small smile on her face vanished. He couldn’t even hazard a guess as to what she was thinking of his intrusion. “I beg your pardon?”

While she attempted to sound scornful Errick inwardly smiled, allowing her to step back a pace. 

“I saw the look on your face when you came out. Complete relief.” Just like my face must have looked like only minutes ago.

“I…yes.” Her face was a kaleidoscope of artfully suppressed emotions. “It was becoming rather stifling in there.”

He nodded, holding back his chuckle of agreement.

The woman’s eyes darted back toward the party. “May I ask why you are out here?”

Errick watched her glance about before settling her gaze on him as she awaited his answer. “I find I am in agreement with you, milady. Stifling. Was it the heat or the company?”

The tantalizing woman shook her head, causing her tight ringlets to bounce and sway. Errick had to fight the urge to reach out and snatch one. The impulse shocked him.

“If I admit to either I could get in trouble.” She chided softly.

And he was hooked. Here was a striking woman with whom he didn’t mind conversing with. In fact, he was quite enjoying himself. “Who would I tell?” 

Her head tilted fractionally to the side, as if measuring his worthiness yet she held his gaze. “I don’t know you, so there is no end to the possibilities of who you could tell.”

He was inordinately pleased that he had greeted this fiery spark of a lady. “Good point.” Errick acceded. “Any chance you will answer what brings you here?” He took a step towards her. 

After a long silence she looked into his eyes with a glittering sparkle. “To this particular event?” At his brief nod she continued, “My mother accepted on my behalf.”

Immediately he knew the reason she had come out to the patio; to hide. “Ah. So you are an unwilling participant.”

She made an odd little scolding tsk as she slowly shook her head at him. “There you are, trying to get me in trouble again.” Her soft teasing smile offset her tone.

Realizing that he had cornered her. He stepped back and gestured over to a nearby bench. “Just trying to get to know you.”

“Without getting to know me.” She moved toward the bench, glancing his direction as she passed him. As they went and sat on the chilly stone bench he feigned surprise. “What?”

“You know what I mean.” 

There was silence between them for several moments, though not an uncomfortable one, when she smiled. “You have yet to introduce yourself.”

He relaxed and bowed his head. “I am not the only one who has failed to do so.” The grin he shot her was meant to encourage her to introduce herself first. Instead he watched her spine straighten and her slender shoulders draw back.

Full of practiced haughtiness she declared, “I was just introduced inside. For all I know, you already know who I am and are toying with me.”

“That argument can go both ways. You may already know who I am and be acting the innocent. However, I must confess, this is the most entertainment I’ve had in ages. Meeting you has been a delight.”

Again her head full of curls shook furiously. “I concede. Whether you already know or not, I am Lady Arabella Bourrada.” The incline of her head was as gracefully executed as a full curtsey.

The shock that thrummed through him invigorated his senses while he fought back the momentary alarm that accompanied the sensation. He recognized the name. Her mother was always going on about her most eligible daughter. “Lady Eleanor’s daughter.” 

“You know my mother?” Her wary surprise made his smile return full force. There was something so alluring about how genuine her expressions were, even when she was trying to hide them beneath the veneer of polite gentility her mother had no doubt drilled into her.

Letting out a soft chuckle he nodded. “Everyone knows your mother if she has anything to say about it.” Purposefully he left out his own name. It was obvious that she did not know who he was and he was enjoying his anonymity. He didn’t want to spoil the moment. Yet her own curiosity pushed her to be more forthcoming than he suspected her to usually be.

“Who are you?” The words burst from her lips as if pushed out without her consent. The bright blush that followed confirmed it.

He stood up and bowed low to her, extending his arm to escort her back inside. “It has been an absolute pleasure to become acquainted, Lady Arabella. Forgive me for my lack of manners in not introducing myself sooner. I am Lord Errick Shorn, the Earl of Tourlaine.”


Have you read Arabella’s Point of View of their mutual fondness for hiding on balconies? Read here.

Ella James

The sun beat down in rolling waves, the air shimmering. Ella James relaxed on her lounge chair by the pool basking in the warmth while contemplating whether she was ready to dive in again. Deciding against swimming, she sighed and closed her eyes against the light, reveling in the prickling heat playing across her skin.

She was about to fall into a blissful sleep when she was abruptly lifted up and out of her chair by a pair of powerfully strong arms. Struggling to free herself from the steel-like embrace, she blinked furiously in the bright glaring sun. 

It was the chuckle that preceded her graceless dunking that gave her the clue she needed to figure out who it was she was going to pummel as soon as she got out of the water. In that last millisecond she stopped struggling and latched onto his neck. The momentum did the rest of the work in hauling him in with her.

The chilly water jarred her a little but was more refreshing than annoying. Still, when her head broke the surface she shrieked, “Ryan!”

She heard his low, slow chuckle immediately behind her. Spinning as sharply as she could manage in 8 feet of water and tangled in her sundress, Ella James splashed him right in the face as he lunged toward her, fully clothed in what must have been a very nice button up shirt and silk tie before its drenching. Ryan slowed at her splash as he shut his eyes to the watery assault but it did not stop his forward motion. Instead he barreled straight into her, blinded and unable to see how close she was. Again she went under, this time a lot harder.

Coming up out of the water Ella James gasped for air. As soon as she could breathe she pounced on him, trying to bring him down and give him his own dunking but he was too solid and easily caught her around her waist. He hauled her once again into his chest and absorbed her momentum with a tight spin before laughing and dunking her again. She came up spluttering. 

Ryan’s laughter rang out across the water. 

“Hold still.” She yelled.

“Not a chance.” His laughter continued as he tightened his firm grip around her. “I don’t have a death wish. Besides I’m supposed to be working.”

Ella James shrieked as she found her arms pinned to her side with Ryan holding her immobile. As she quit struggling the world outside the two of them faded and blurred and she found herself leaning into his embrace.

One moment she was noticing her brother’s friend in a whole different way and in the next he threw her bodily into the air and back into the water for another dunking. Their battle continued for several more minutes with neither of them really getting the better of the other but she was definitely the only one getting dunked.

Ryan tried again to pin her arms to her side with a huge bear hug but she dodged out of the way. Arms free, she absorbed the pull of his hands on her waist and instead of coming up for air she swam deeper, aiming for his feet and yanked them out from under him. She finally succeeded in pulling him under with her.

 It wasn’t until she walloped Ryan on the head by a pool noodle that Ryan stopped long enough for them to notice that they weren’t the only ones witnessing their epic water battle. They found her brother, Adam, standing with his arms crossed, eyes flashing, feet planted, lips compressed in a thin line. If his long suffering expression was any indication he had been standing there a while.

“Joining us?” Ella James called up to him, trying to break the tension. “I am currently attempting to drown your best friend and I’d appreciate the help.” She grinned up at her brother. As an afterthought she added, “He deserves it.”

A miniscule smile broke through Adam’s severe frown. “Ella James, at this point I would happily volunteer but the truth is I need that lousy friend of mine to get out of the pool and finish the deal we’ve been negotiating for months.”

Ryan reached out and pulled Ella James in front of him, pretending to hide from her brother. “Dude,” he called. “I wasn’t planning on getting in. Your sister looked like she was about to suffer from heat stroke and I felt it was my duty as your friend to save your sister from certain trauma. As I was so graciously depositing her in the pool she took me in with her.

“Uh huh.” Adam was not impressed. “Get out.”

Ryan nodded. “Sure thing. Give me a minute to apologize to the fair maiden.”

“Make it quick.” Adam called as he strode back to the house.

Wasting no time once Adam turned his back Ryan spun her around to face him and pushed her against the pool wall, effectively caging her in between his arms and the wall. Stunned by his sudden change from laughing to sultry serious Ella James did her best to look defiant. Ryan stayed still, close but not touching her.

After a long heartstopping pause she cocked her head to the side. “I’m waiting for that apology.” Ella James grinned. It wasn’t often that Ryan offered to apologize without a lot of arm twisting.

His grin turned warm. “Well, I wouldn’t want to keep a lady waiting.” He swooped in and caught her in a scorching kiss. It lasted mere seconds but she was stunned.

Ryan pulled back slowly. He paused and glanced over at the door Adam had gone through, “I think I will finish up this apology later.” 

Ella James had just enough time to blink before he hauled himself out of the pool, jogging toward the house. As he reached the door, he looked back and winked at her.

She could only stare at the muscles now well defined by his wet clingy clothes. As he disappeared she came back to her senses and hollered after him, “Ryan!”

Alexandra

“Attention.” The tall woman in front of them stood up. Alexandra didn’t want to go anywhere near her, but as the rest of the girls moved forward, she was jostled forward with them. On the other side of the room the group of boys did the same. The woman continued, “As you know, this is the day when you are informed of who your life-mate will be. This is a courtesy as well as a ceremonial initiation into your training. After tonight you will not see your life-mate again until you turn 20, roughly 5 years from now, to perform the official life-mating ceremony.” She pulled out her list of names.

Alexandra stared over at the boys. She was going to be stuck with one of them for the rest of her life because their names were listed next to each other on a paper. True love in the making. Ha.

“Alexandra Royen. Brandon Sauer.” With a brief pause to allow the two of them to step forward and move across from each other, the woman continued on.

Alexandra stared over at the pudgy boy to whom she was now stuck. She was going to have to be top of her class in order to make up for whatever deficits this boy brought to the table.

With great reluctance she extended her hand, her mother’s sharp tone echoing around her head. ‘Manners matter most.’ 

The boy hesitated before taking her hand in a surprisingly firm grip. “You are beautiful.” His gaze was direct and he didn’t smile at her like he was teasing. Surprised, she gaped at him for several seconds.

Glancing down the newly formed line, Alexandra realized that most of the other boys and girls were talking to each other. One couple was already kissing.

Looking back at her future life-mate she laughed. “Thank you. It is a pleasure to meet you.” The boy blushed. She hastily corrected herself mentally; his name was Brandon, not boy. Belatedly she added, “Brandon.”

“Alexandra, I’ll make you proud of me next time you see me.” He stood taller and smiled with a confidence she wasn’t feeling.

After only a few minutes, they were separated once again and led off into different buildings where they would be spending the next 5 years learning, near but apart. Someone higher up had decided years ago that by separating the boys and the girls as they entered their young adult years would allow society to help mold them into what was needed in the community. 

For years Alexandra had heard her parents talk about their own life-mate ceremony with fondness. She had always been skeptical. Now, having met her own future life-mate she was even more skeptical. They said that each young person had been assiduously observed so that the pairings would be successfully matched, but how did that make Alexandra, who couldn’t stand being still for long, the suitable life-mate of a boy who looked as though he didn’t move from his couch most days.

For Alexandra, those five years of training held little meaning, mindless academia that required little effort on her part. She excelled in most every subject and was top of her class. Early on her advisors informed her that she had an aptitude for finance, so her training started immediately.  

However they weren’t allowed to leave the designated outdoor recreational area, so she couldn’t go hiking as she had always done with her family. The treadmill in the small indoor gym became her escape from the stress. In her spare moments she would bring to mind that pudgy boy whom she had spoken to so briefly and wonder how they were ever going to get along. She studied and worked hard instead of dwelling on it. She tried to ignore the other girls when they would start to fantasize with each other about their futures. Alexandra was determined to make her own future.

When the day came for the life-mating ceremony Alexandra shivered in the cool breeze. Headmistress Crent had insisted that each of the girls appear in dresses. Alexandra only had one dress and it was not suited for the cooler air breezing about. Miffed and irritated, she fought to keep her bad mood from showing. She didn’t want the boy, Brandon, to think she was mad at him. That wouldn’t be a great way to start anything.

From where she stood on the cool grass she watched as men strode out of the other building to greet them. Her mind had to completely switch gears. These were no longer young, untried boys. In fact, some of them were very attractive men. She didn’t hold onto any hope that one of the attractive ones would be hers, after all, she had seen him all those years ago. And exercise was not a requirement of their studies. 

Watching impartially as the other girls found their life-mates once again, Alexandra tried to not stare. Looking over the group she didn’t see anyone that looked like the boy she’d met so briefly all those years before. When no one stepped up to her and all the other pairings were complete Alexandra began to panic. What would happen if he wasn’t there? Was she destined to a life alone?

One of the other men with his arm around his life-mate, Karen, stepped closer and whispered, “He’s coming. You have yourself a very ambitious man, always something to prove.”

She had just enough time to breathe a sigh of relief when the door to the men’s building burst open with a bang and a tall athletic mountain of a man came running out. His brisk jog over to the group made sure everyone saw his entrance. He didn’t seem to care, his eyes locked firmly on Alexandra.

This wasn’t the out-of-shape boy she had met years ago. This man was seriously physically fit, and gorgeous. Alexandra had to focus on her breathing. 

When he was less than a foot away from her he slowed just enough to scoop her up and twirl her around, happily laughing. 

“Alexandra!” His new bass voice rumbled as he gripped her close.

“Brandon?” She still hesitated, not able to bring together this man with her memory of him. All thoughts disappeared as he kissed her, allowing the momentum of their spin to slow as she melted into him.

With a sigh, she no longer wondered if she would be physically compatible with her life-mate. There was no doubt she would. And now, the idea of getting the time and chance to discover the rest of the man in front of her seemed intriguing. What had made them compatible?

“Attention.” The tall woman in front of them stood up. Alexandra didn’t want to go anywhere near her, but as the rest of the girls moved forward, she was jostled forward with them. On the other side of the room the group of boys did the same. The woman continued, “As you know, this is the day when you are informed of who your life-mate will be. This is a courtesy as well as a ceremonial initiation into your training. After tonight you will not see your life-mate again until you turn 20, roughly 5 years from now, to perform the official life-mating ceremony.” She pulled out her list of names.

Alexandra stared over at the boys. She was going to be stuck with one of them for the rest of her life because their names were listed next to each other on a paper. True love in the making. Ha.

“Alexandra Royen. Brandon Sauer.” With a brief pause to allow the two of them to step forward and move across from each other, the woman continued on.

Alexandra stared over at the pudgy boy to whom she was now stuck. She was going to have to be top of her class in order to make up for whatever deficits this boy brought to the table.

With great reluctance she extended her hand, her mother’s sharp tone echoing around her head. ‘Manners matter most.’ 

The boy hesitated before taking her hand in a surprisingly firm grip. “You are beautiful.” His gaze was direct and he didn’t smile at her like he was teasing. Surprised, she gaped at him for several seconds.

Glancing down the newly formed line, Alexandra realized that most of the other boys and girls were talking to each other. One couple was already kissing.

Looking back at her future life-mate she laughed. “Thank you. It is a pleasure to meet you.” The boy blushed. She hastily corrected herself mentally; his name was Brandon, not boy. Belatedly she added, “Brandon.”

“Alexandra, I’ll make you proud of me next time you see me.” He stood taller and smiled with a confidence she wasn’t feeling.

After only a few minutes, they were separated once again and led off into different buildings where they would be spending the next 5 years learning, near but apart. Someone higher up had decided years ago that by separating the boys and the girls as they entered their young adult years would allow society to help mold them into what was needed in the community. 

For years Alexandra had heard her parents talk about their own life-mate ceremony with fondness. She had always been skeptical. Now, having met her own future life-mate she was even more skeptical. They said that each young person had been assiduously observed so that the pairings would be successfully matched, but how did that make Alexandra, who couldn’t stand being still for long, the suitable life-mate of a boy who looked as though he didn’t move from his couch most days.

For Alexandra, those five years of training held little meaning, mindless academia that required little effort on her part. She excelled in most every subject and was top of her class. Early on her advisors informed her that she had an aptitude for finance, so her training started immediately.  

However they weren’t allowed to leave the designated outdoor recreational area, so she couldn’t go hiking as she had always done with her family. The treadmill in the small indoor gym became her escape from the stress. In her spare moments she would bring to mind that pudgy boy whom she had spoken to so briefly and wonder how they were ever going to get along. She studied and worked hard instead of dwelling on it. She tried to ignore the other girls when they would start to fantasize with each other about their futures. Alexandra was determined to make her own future.

When the day came for the life-mating ceremony Alexandra shivered in the cool breeze. Headmistress Crent had insisted that each of the girls appear in dresses. Alexandra only had one dress and it was not suited for the cooler air breezing about. Miffed and irritated, she fought to keep her bad mood from showing. She didn’t want the boy, Brandon, to think she was mad at him. That wouldn’t be a great way to start anything.

From where she stood on the cool grass she watched as men strode out of the other building to greet them. Her mind had to completely switch gears. These were no longer young, untried boys. In fact, some of them were very attractive men. She didn’t hold onto any hope that one of the attractive ones would be hers, after all, she had seen him all those years ago. And exercise was not a requirement of their studies. 

Watching impartially as the other girls found their life-mates once again, Alexandra tried to not stare. Looking over the group she didn’t see anyone that looked like the boy she’d met so briefly all those years before. When no one stepped up to her and all the other pairings were complete Alexandra began to panic. What would happen if he wasn’t there? Was she destined to a life alone?

One of the other men with his arm around his life-mate, Karen, stepped closer and whispered, “He’s coming. You have yourself a very ambitious man, always something to prove.”

She had just enough time to breathe a sigh of relief when the door to the men’s building burst open with a bang and a tall athletic mountain of a man came running out. His brisk jog over to the group made sure everyone saw his entrance. He didn’t seem to care, his eyes locked firmly on Alexandra.

This wasn’t the out-of-shape boy she had met years ago. This man was seriously physically fit, and gorgeous. Alexandra had to focus on her breathing. 

When he was less than a foot away from her he slowed just enough to scoop her up and twirl her around, happily laughing. 

“Alexandra!” His new bass voice rumbled as he gripped her close.

“Brandon?” She still hesitated, not able to bring together this man with her memory of him. All thoughts disappeared as he kissed her, allowing the momentum of their spin to slow as she melted into him.

With a sigh, she no longer wondered if she would be physically compatible with her life-mate. There was no doubt she would. And now, the idea of getting the time and chance to discover the rest of the man in front of her seemed intriguing. What had made them compatible?

“Attention.” The tall woman in front of them stood up. Alexandra didn’t want to go anywhere near her, but as the rest of the girls moved forward, she was jostled forward with them. On the other side of the room the group of boys did the same. The woman continued, “As you know, this is the day when you are informed of who your life-mate will be. This is a courtesy as well as a ceremonial initiation into your training. After tonight you will not see your life-mate again until you turn 20, roughly 5 years from now, to perform the official life-mating ceremony.” She pulled out her list of names.

Alexandra stared over at the boys. She was going to be stuck with one of them for the rest of her life because their names were listed next to each other on a paper. True love in the making. Ha.

“Alexandra Royen. Brandon Sauer.” With a brief pause to allow the two of them to step forward and move across from each other, the woman continued on.

Alexandra stared over at the pudgy boy to whom she was now stuck. She was going to have to be top of her class in order to make up for whatever deficits this boy brought to the table.

With great reluctance she extended her hand, her mother’s sharp tone echoing around her head. ‘Manners matter most.’ 

The boy hesitated before taking her hand in a surprisingly firm grip. “You are beautiful.” His gaze was direct and he didn’t smile at her like he was teasing. Surprised, she gaped at him for several seconds.

Glancing down the newly formed line, Alexandra realized that most of the other boys and girls were talking to each other. One couple was already kissing.

Looking back at her future life-mate she laughed. “Thank you. It is a pleasure to meet you.” The boy blushed. She hastily corrected herself mentally; his name was Brandon, not boy. Belatedly she added, “Brandon.”

“Alexandra, I’ll make you proud of me next time you see me.” He stood taller and smiled with a confidence she wasn’t feeling.

After only a few minutes, they were separated once again and led off into different buildings where they would be spending the next 5 years learning, near but apart. Someone higher up had decided years ago that by separating the boys and the girls as they entered their young adult years would allow society to help mold them into what was needed in the community. 

For years Alexandra had heard her parents talk about their own life-mate ceremony with fondness. She had always been skeptical. Now, having met her own future life-mate she was even more skeptical. They said that each young person had been assiduously observed so that the pairings would be successfully matched, but how did that make Alexandra, who couldn’t stand being still for long, the suitable life-mate of a boy who looked as though he didn’t move from his couch most days.

For Alexandra, those five years of training held little meaning, mindless academia that required little effort on her part. She excelled in most every subject and was top of her class. Early on her advisors informed her that she had an aptitude for finance, so her training started immediately.  

However they weren’t allowed to leave the designated outdoor recreational area, so she couldn’t go hiking as she had always done with her family. The treadmill in the small indoor gym became her escape from the stress. In her spare moments she would bring to mind that pudgy boy whom she had spoken to so briefly and wonder how they were ever going to get along. She studied and worked hard instead of dwelling on it. She tried to ignore the other girls when they would start to fantasize with each other about their futures. Alexandra was determined to make her own future.

When the day came for the life-mating ceremony Alexandra shivered in the cool breeze. Headmistress Crent had insisted that each of the girls appear in dresses. Alexandra only had one dress and it was not suited for the cooler air breezing about. Miffed and irritated, she fought to keep her bad mood from showing. She didn’t want the boy, Brandon, to think she was mad at him. That wouldn’t be a great way to start anything.

From where she stood on the cool grass she watched as men strode out of the other building to greet them. Her mind had to completely switch gears. These were no longer young, untried boys. In fact, some of them were very attractive men. She didn’t hold onto any hope that one of the attractive ones would be hers, after all, she had seen him all those years ago. And exercise was not a requirement of their studies. 

Watching impartially as the other girls found their life-mates once again, Alexandra tried to not stare. Looking over the group she didn’t see anyone that looked like the boy she’d met so briefly all those years before. When no one stepped up to her and all the other pairings were complete Alexandra began to panic. What would happen if he wasn’t there? Was she destined to a life alone?

One of the other men with his arm around his life-mate, Karen, stepped closer and whispered, “He’s coming. You have yourself a very ambitious man, always something to prove.”

She had just enough time to breathe a sigh of relief when the door to the men’s building burst open with a bang and a tall athletic mountain of a man came running out. His brisk jog over to the group made sure everyone saw his entrance. He didn’t seem to care, his eyes locked firmly on Alexandra.

This wasn’t the out-of-shape boy she had met years ago. This man was seriously physically fit, and gorgeous. Alexandra had to focus on her breathing. 

When he was less than a foot away from her he slowed just enough to scoop her up and twirl her around, happily laughing. 

“Alexandra!” His new bass voice rumbled as he gripped her close.

“Brandon?” She still hesitated, not able to bring together this man with her memory of him. All thoughts disappeared as he kissed her, allowing the momentum of their spin to slow as she melted into him.

With a sigh, she no longer wondered if she would be physically compatible with her life-mate. There was no doubt she would. And now, the idea of getting the time and chance to discover the rest of the man in front of her seemed intriguing. What had made them compatible?

“You’re late.” She whispered as she pulled back only far enough away to breathe. With him still holding her close, she could feel his chuckle in her chest.

Carrie

Glancing down the street Carrie crossed the road. Out of habit she stopped to look back and make sure her front door was closed. Her door was so old it had a problem clicking shut but it wouldn’t pop back open right away. There were enough mornings when she turned back to find her door open to warrant the daily double check.

Self-consciously she smiled at herself when she saw that her door was still closed before she shrugged and continued her walk to  campus. As always she stopped in at Trish’s corner bakery to grab her daily dose of sugar in the form of her favorite lemon streusel muffin and an extra creamy hot chocolate.

“Good morning Carrie!” called Trish, who was coming in from the kitchen.

“Hey Trish! Busy morning?” Carrie tried to push her way through the crowd waiting for their orders. After a few bumps and nudges accompanied by an apologetic smile and ‘sorry’ she made it to the front. Faintly behind her she heard someone cry out ‘Wait!’ followed by lots of grumblings and ‘excuses me’s’ but didn’t think anything of it. 

Carrie quickly ordered her usual muffin and leaned against the counter to wait. As she stood there she pulled her purse up on the counter. Panic settled across her shoulders as she dug through her purse. Her phone wasn’t there. Before she could look through it again to be sure, she was plowed into the counter from behind. She gasped hard as she struggled to recover from the sudden painful lack of oxygen. It definitely wasn’t helping her panicked thoughts stop skittering off into space.

“Oh sorry. Sorry.” The man blushed as he held her trapped against the counter. He took a step back that allowed her to turn but not far enough for her to be able to ignore the tingle she felt where his hand softly rested on her arm, as if he were attempting to steady her. He didn’t seem to realize how close he was.  Her skin heated at his nearness and she didn’t know whether to lean into him or push him away. After a few seconds of staring up into his eyes he looked down at his hands. “You dropped this.” 

“My phone!” Carrie exclaimed, grabbing it quickly, doing her best to not notice the sizzle that leapt between her fingers and his when they brushed.

His shy smile combined with the persistent blush was incredibly endearing. Yet they seemed to both realize at the same time how close they were still standing to each other. Her blush bloomed to match his as he quickly stumbled back a pace into another customer which brought him rushing back toward her in a hurry. “Sorry…again.”

Carrie laughed. “With the morning rush, I am not going to be blaming you for how crowded it is in here. I blame Trish for that.”

She heard a ‘hey’ call out from behind the counter. 

“I’m surprised you saw my phone drop at all with all these people.” She continued.

He quickly shook his head. “I saw it fall out of your bag down the street back there. But I couldn’t catch your attention so I figured I’d have to catch you instead.” His smile lit his face like a halo, blush and all.

Carrie debated for a quick few seconds on if she wanted to figure out a way to keep him talking or if she should say thank you and be done. After all she was in the midst of classes with midterms just a week away. She was going to be busy. However, she discovered that a part of her really didn’t want this to be the last time she saw him and found herself saying, “Well I don’t know if a simple thank you is enough. I am determined to figure out a better way to show you just how grateful I am. My name is Carrie.”

“Oh. There’s no need to thank me. I’m just glad I was able to reach you. And I’m Ben.” He gave her a small nod before he stared down at his feet. “I guess I should have said that first.”

Carrie couldn’t help but smile. This sweet guy had gone to such lengths to help her. She could use more sweetness in her life and he seemed to be a wonderful and welcome, albeit surprising, addition to her morning routine. “Ben please, let me thank you in some way. After all that effort you made.”

He stammered. For a minute she almost thought he was going to flee the bakery without replying at all. She eased back against the counter a bit to give him space to pull himself together and think. As she waited she looked closer at the image this man in front of her presented. Definitely well put together. Casual suit, tie, non-scuffed black shoes, wind tossed golden brown hair, yum. His boyish sincerity made him stand out far more than amped up arms or over confident swaggering would have.

“Would you be able to do lunch?” He blurted, quickly alternating between looking down at his feet and glancing around the small crowded bakery.

She waited a few seconds until his gaze landed on her to see why she wasn’t answering before nodding. “Yes. I’d love to.” She tried to not sound overly eager.

Immediately his face dissolved from anxiously hopeful to happily pleased. “Do you know the sandwich place down the street towards Chaune Street?”

With another short nod Carrie glanced over to see if her order was ready.

Ben gave a smile, “Tomorrow at 2?”

Carrie’s heart fluttered. “Can’t wait.” Trish came up with her large muffin and a beaming grin. “See you tomorrow.”

She watched him leave, trying to keep sight of him for as long as possible. When she turned to grab her muffin, Trish was standing there with the same grin on, despite the line of waiting customers.

“Carrie! Did I just see you meet someone? He’s cute!”

Trish was always harping on her for not putting herself out there and getting too caught up in her schedule and routine. And maybe there was something to it. If he had been a few seconds later they would have missed meeting. Usually she was out the door with muffin in hand mere minutes after going in. Of course he had had her phone too. So maybe they really were just meant to meet. She giggled inside.

“His name is Ben.” Carrie leaned over the counter so that Trish would be able to hear her. “And I have a date tomorrow!”

Trish’s whoop caught everyone’s attention and Carrie blushed as she ducked away from the limelight and out the door.

Erin

Erin stared at a man with incredible brown eyes, who looked vaguely familiar, cutting off her path to class.

“Ah I knew it was you! Erin, right?” The stranger gulped between heaving breaths. “Would you be my girlfriend for the next five minutes? Please, I’m begging you.”

“Do I know you?” Where did she know him from?

“Yes! You know me! Last year, those three makeup chem labs. We were partners. Remember? Max. We talked about old movies.” He glanced back in the direction he had appeared from.

Last year? Erin took in this Max person in front of her, trying to remember. Dressed in nice slacks and a polo barely holding in all his tight muscles, he didn’t match the vague recollection of the laid back lab partner in huge baggy t-shirts who laughed with her about old movies like Desk Set and Pillow Talk.

Max glanced back behind him again. “Erin? Do you not remember me?” His head quirked to the side in a charming little twitch. She could almost believe he was pouting at her.

“I…yes.” She nodded. “I remember.”

“Can you help me out?” He asked hurriedly.

What was the rush? “Help?”

His hand found hers. “Be my girlfriend! Only for a few minutes, I promise.”

“Ok.” Erin felt like she had said yes on accident. She didn’t do well under sudden pressure. But she also didn’t mind so much this time. This gorgeous guy in front of her was practically down on his knees imploring her to be his girlfriend. Something she had fantasized about on more than one occasion after meeting him last year. And being a pretend girlfriend for even a few minutes was a big step up from the complete lack of dates she had been experiencing lately.

Max pulled her in and was kissing her before she could ask why she was posing as his girlfriend or object to the kiss itself. As his sudden and surprisingly tender kiss lengthened beyond a quick peck, Erin was tempted to melt. Yet the very realistic side of her battled for attention, demanding that she push him away. Before she could decide which side to listen to he stepped back, keeping a light hold on her waist.

“What was…”

Once again she was interrupted but this time it was by a petite redheaded beauty who came bouncing up to Max, tugging on his arm.

“Maxy! I’ve been looking everywhere for you. You can’t just run off in the middle of a date. Your mother would be so disappointed.” Her high-pitched giggles rebounded in Erin’s head. It was a grating, shrill sort of noise. Why on earth was Max asking her to pretend to be his girlfriend while he was on a date with this girl? As she watched Miss Bubbly Giggles bouncing around in front of them, she quickly took back the question.

Max hugged Erin close. “We weren’t in the middle of a date and I told you Lisa. I have a girlfriend, so I can’t go on a date with you.”

Lisa pouted, “But your mother said we are perfect for each other.” She blatantly sized Erin up. “You don’t want her.”

When Erin realized Max was trying to come up with what to say she figured it was time to step in and actually save the poor man. She let a warm smile purposefully spread across her face as she easily threaded her arm in his, planting a kiss on his cheek. As she did so her heart smiled too. He leaned into her as if he were asking for another kiss without realizing it. She almost obliged. 

They were faking dating, after all.

“Maaax.” She purposefully forced a bit of whine into her tone, ignoring Lisa completely. “I’m going to be late for class and I insist that you walk with me.”

His full attention swiveled her way and she leaned into him again on instinct. Since when did a smile like his affect her so intensely? She didn’t even mind when he wrapped both his arms around her waist, pulling her in front of him. Erin couldn’t see Lisa anymore but she could imagine her pouting at not being the center of attention. Max held her close as time lengthened to a deliciously slow crawl of sensations from her scalp down to her toes.

“Too true, love. Can’t have you late because of me.” He glanced over at Lisa, speaking louder, “Say hello to my mother for me.” His hand held firmly onto hers as they left Lisa behind.

Erin walked to class with Max’s arm wrapped around her shoulder. She wished she didn’t have class so they could maybe wander around and continue talking. Being in his arms felt so good, so safe.

She was in the middle of answering why she chose Psychology as her major when he stopped walking.

“Why’d you stop?” Erin looked up into his twinkling eyes, not wanting to end their conversation just yet.

A thrilled smile appeared as he nodded toward the door they were standing by. “This is your class, is it not?”

Startled, Erin hadn’t noticed their approach to her building and probably would have walked right past her classroom if he had not stopped. “How did you know this is my class?”

He stepped closer, still holding her hand. “I’m not a stalker.” He whispered, emphasis on not.

Cocking her head to the side she smirked, “What a relief. You could be a very convincing one. And you haven’t answered my question.”

“My class is next door and I’ve seen you leave a few times.” He shrugged. “But, believe it or not, today’s encounter was by chance and not planned, though I am glad it happened. You have been a wonderful girlfriend. You saved me from certain boredom and a massive headache.”

Erin laughed, “After meeting your sweet friend I can’t understand why you would avoid her.”

He squeezed the hand he was still loosely holding. “Uh huh, right. And since you agreed to be my girlfriend for another 30 seconds or so, I was hoping you’d agree to go on a date with me? A real date.”

Samantha

Samantha smiled as her searching gaze landed on the tall figure standing at the top of the staircase. He came. 

It had been months since he had last emerged from his work long enough to remember that there were functions and events he was supposed to be attending. For far too long she had let him bury himself in his work instead of confronting the feelings they had slowly been discovering for each other. During that same time she remembered every soaring kiss and lingering embrace they had ever shared; every conversation, touch, and look. She loved that man, stubborn as he was, and she was going to tell him tonight.

Never before had she asked him to emerge from his work cocoon for an event, for her. Until tonight she had simply gone without him, giving inane excuses for those who asked after him. Despite his loathing for such formal affairs, a part of her was thrilled that he had come since she had been brave enough to ask. The popularity and attention he had attained after his last few product unveilings had left him pulling back out of the focal point even more than usual. Samantha hadn’t bothered to inform him that most of the women drooling his way everywhere he went were not only impressed by his success but floored by his charming smile and meticulously handsome looks. He looked as though he commanded the world.

As his piercing gaze swept the room she felt herself being pulled to him. Slightly nervous, she smoothed her deep purple figure-accentuating dress that she had carefully picked out for the night.. 

Step after step she drew closer, her happiness overflowing in overwhelming waves. With great amounts of will she schooled her giddy grin into a socially acceptable smile. Not once did her eyes leave his broad frame, not wanting to miss a second of him being here for her. Instead she soaked in his impressively powerful stance, letting the delicious shivers he provoked tingle up and down her spine.

She knew she wasn’t the only woman in the room to notice him and she didn’t care. No one moved aside for her as she made her way forward. As she walked unerringly in his direction she could see the heads that were turned, watching him. By the looks of it, there were several women there who recognized him, moving forward to greet the famous man.

A jaggedly raw pulse of pure energy streamed through Samantha as their eyes finally connected, his searching gaze settling firmly on her. He ignored the few people who had the gumption to halt his now-determined stride towards her.  Samantha’s heart stuttered. His stoic features left her guessing as to whether he was irritated with her for asking him to come or if he was coming to kiss her senseless. In the back of her mind she knew that she wouldn’t have to wait too long to find out.

He stopped right in front of her, well inside her usual social bubble but not nearly close enough for her now, his hands rising to her arms. Samantha gave a small sigh at his touch, something she didn’t think she would ever get enough of. 

In less than a startled heartbeat she was pulled softly into his solid build, her mouth captivated in his. She was swept up in a whirlwind of intense feeling; glorious seconds of unconcealed love swirled in and around the two of them as she melted against him and into his tender embrace.

As he gently broke their kiss and eased back to look directly into her soft hazel eyes he whispered for only her to hear, “Are you surprised to see me?”

“Yes. But I had hoped you would come.” She confessed. “I am more than happily surprised that you made it.”

He continued to hold her close, his warm hands sending more heated tingles down her back. “But you had doubt?” His perceptive question forestalled any potential hedging she could have offered. Instead she glanced down at his chest. How could she explain to him that she wasn’t doubting him but that she knew him well enough to simply not expect him to come and subject himself to so much unwanted attention. He didn’t wait for any verbal confirmation. Instead he pulled more fully away, grabbing her hand as a small attempt to lessen the blow of his sudden distance. The acute loss of his physical support would have left her staggering if not for the steady grip with which he held her hand. Her gasp echoed her surprise.

“Logan?” She stammered. She did not have a chance to say more as she watched him gracefully bend down and take a knee, solemnly looking up into her startled tears. So fully focused on the fact that he was down on one knee in front of everyone she almost missed the tiny round black box he had pulled out of his pocket. It was then she realized that he had planned to be on his knee. She smiled back a few happy tears.

“Samantha Alyssa Brooks, let me forever take away all your doubts and fears. I know you asked me here in fear of losing me to my work.” He paused, smiling sheepishly. “I am slightly embarrassed to admit that I am here because you asked me to be here. However, I came to let you know that I am willing to give up anything and everything to give you what you want. Let me prove myself worthy of your incredible love. All I ask is that you say yes. So here I kneel, praying and hoping as I ask; will you marry me?”

Samantha tugged on his hand, ineffectively trying to pull him up. “Are you serious?” She breathed.

He nodded, remaining on his knees. “Please say yes, love. Please let me be yours for eternity.”

“Yes!” She exclaimed, “Now get up here and kiss me.”

Exploding to his feet he wrapped her up in his arms, kissing her thoroughly. A thunder of applause and cheers surrounding them finally recalled them to where they were. Smiling, Logan slipped the sparkling diamond ring onto her finger.

Adalynn

Adalynn stood atop the eastern parapet looking out over the rolling hills that were slowly being covered by snow. The falling snow gently drifted down in swirls, allowing her to release some of the tight stress built up inside of her.. She had always found watching the snow fall relaxing. It never failed to remind her of the many times her father had taken her up there just to stare out into the sky full of snowflakes dancing. Yet today she was achingly alone, her father having died when she was still young.

A large, warm, yet familiar hand came to rest on her own on the chilly stone wall. Knowing who it was, she didn’t pull her hand away as quickly as was deemed proper, drawing slim comfort from the few extra seconds of his touch. After another minute with her childhood confidante silently standing beside her she took a step back and looked over at him. 

He stood there, tall and immovable, the epitome of what the kingdom’s captain of the guard should look like. So official. Merely the echo of her childhood friend for they had not been friends in a long time. She was mildly surprised when he had touched her hand for more than a brief moment. John acknowledged her with a low bow. “My Queen.”

“Ever proper.” Adalynn sighed sadly.  He had no response to her resigned complaint other than his own resolved sigh. 

“The council has summoned?” She finally asked when he didn’t speak further. 

His curt nod clenched at her heart. The council was down there ending a centuries-old monarchy and at the same time shipping off the last relic of what they thought long past necessary–her. 

“I gather I will be leaving for Lystand in the morning.” Squaring her shoulders she practiced her regal and uncaring facade. Tonight she already knew she would be formally stripped of all possessions and titles except for the title of queen. All so the council could have a peace treaty to stop Lystand from attacking. Adalynn was the peace offering. She was to be the bride of some noble of a foreign court while her throne was taken apart and distributed to the uncaring council members. To the council, her status as a royal was all that she was good for now. 

“And you will not be going with me.” Adalynn sternly informed him.

At her soft declaration John jerked in surprise. “What?”

“You heard me John. I am not allowing you to come. I can’t stand it.” She put out her hand, silently entreating him to understand why. “Tomorrow I travel to the border where my own guard will desert me by simply handing me over to whatever Lystandian contingent they deign to send for me. I can’t bear the thought of you being there. It is better for you to stay here, where duty binds you.”

“Adalynn no!” He started, ready to do battle. She stopped him with a hand on his chest. 

“It has been a long time since I’ve heard you address me so informally.” Another sad smile graced her features. A very long time. 

“Not since your coronation.” He agreed. Head down, he didn’t look her in the eye.

“I was only 16, John. Your refusal to call me by my own name from that moment on stung more than any of the rules they piled on me.” She easily admitted. Dropping her hand back down to her side she looked out and over the parapet once again. The view gave her a little of the peace she sought, but not enough to qualm her fears for her own future and that of her people.

“But you understand now though.” He grimaced, his voice telling her that he was close to begging for her understanding. “I had no choice.”

“It took years for me to understand and even longer to forgive you…and my father.” She added her father as an afterthought. John had been different. He had left her alone when she had needed him, for she’d had no one else. Her father had died, so there was nothing she could change with him. He was gone and while she still wished he was there to help and guide her, she was not going to hold death against him.

“Adalynn.” John let out an agonized sigh.

It was in that instant that Adalynn’s sadness became anger. Even though as queen she could not ever allow her anger to show, it was still there. It burned within her as she looked placidly at him. “You can no longer call me that. Now, when I am about it leave. I have wanted you to call me by name for years and yet you haven’t. Now that I know I am giving up everything, you choose now. Do you realize how selfish you are being in this moment, when once again I need you to be strong? Why make this so much harder for me when I am about to lose everything that I have ever known?”

John stopped her deceptively calm tirade as he took both of her hands in his and tugged. She did not fall willingly into his arms. Adalynn was first and foremost queen, not simply a girl to fall blindly into a man’s embrace. John had been the one to show her what being a queen truly meant after her coronation, when he had completely withdrawn and become the impersonal captain of the guard.

He did not stop when she did not budge. Instead he stepped up to her and wrapped his arms around her, drawing her in for a kiss. She wanted to melt, wanted to simply be a girl in love with the handsome man in front of her. Yet duty had her in its grip and she knew she was destined to a life in exile.

Pulling back she demanded, “Is the peace treaty official and signed?”

John simply looked down at her. “Yes, my queen.” He answered solemnly.

Adalynn faced the door leading down to where the council waited. As she opened the door she glanced back at the man she could have loved her whole life long. “Goodbye John.”


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Arabella

Arabella stiffly curtseyed to the local prime minister and his guests. Her currently absent mother expected her to find a man at one of these ridiculous galas who would whisk her off, preferably onto his white horse, where he would proclaim his love and ask her to marry him. Glancing around the room under the guise of acknowledging everyone attending Arabella didn’t see anyone who fit the description.

At least her mother hadn’t felt it necessary to come and babysit her this time. The events the Duchess Eleanor of Bourrada attended were the ones that made Arabella wish she truly could disappear. Her mother tended to announce to the room her intention to marry off her daughter. Instantly a line of suitors would form, aching to be considered to marry into the Bourrada family; not caring one whit about her, the one they were falling in line to marry. 

Tonight there would be the slightest bit of anonymity. 

Quickly Arabella refocused on the people in front of her and not on her mother’s conniving plans, when a very serious looking man stepped in front of her and gave a haughty bow. 

“Miss Arabella, I am pleased to finally meet you.” The man simpered.

Politely inclining her head Arabella gave a demure smile. Always so polite. “I didn’t catch your name sir.”

He leaned close, managing to make that look arrogant as well. “Your mother did not tell you I would be here?” He took her hand in his.

As subtly as she could she withdrew her hand. “Forgive me. My mother and I have been unable to sit and chat recently. We both have had very busy schedules. Please don’t take offense that she didn’t have a chance to let me know.”

“Ah of course. Of course. Then allow me to introduce myself.” Again he bowed. “I am the Marquis of Waltonbury. However, given that we will be spending much time together you may call me Lord Harrow.”

“I am gratified you would give me that particular honor.” Arabella forced herself to reply.

He held out his hand with an imperious flick. “And now we shall dance.”

Arabella bit her cheek. He didn’t even have the decency to ask. She could see why her mother liked him. Charismatic. Domineering. Arrogant. With a good command of the room. Instead of saying anything, since she wouldn’t be able to hold back her contempt, she nodded. One dance and she would have fulfilled any obligation her mother might have brought on her.

Thankfully the dance lasted only a few moments. Once he practically hauled her off the dance floor, she firmly made her excuses and stepped away. For a minute he looked like he was going to follow her regardless of her pointed refusal to stay by his side. What had her mother said to the man to make him so persistent. She shrugged slightly. Maybe he was naturally that way.

Slipping out onto the barely lit patio Arabella breathed a sigh of relief. A few minutes of fresh air and not feigning politeness would do wonders for her, hopefully. In fact, she might even manage to be nice to the rest of her dance partners if she could squeeze in a few minutes alone.

“Escaping?”

Arabella stopped her smiling at once. “I beg your pardon?” She turned to face the man standing just a few steps away.

“I saw the look on your face when you came out. Complete relief.”

“I…yes.” Arabella admitted. “It was becoming rather stifling in there.” His nod of agreement snagged her curiosity and she asked, “May I ask why you are out here?”

With the sparse lighting out on the patio Arabella could not quite make out if she had seen him before. From what she could see, if she didn’t know him she wanted to. He had yet to try and impress her with his title, family, or wealth. That might be because he didn’t know who she was. Oddly she wanted to keep it that way.

He gave her a soft commiserating smile. “I find I am in agreement with you. Stifling.” He didn’t move any closer, maintaining his distance. “Was it the heat or the company?”

With a pleased smile she shook her head. “If I admit to either I could get in trouble.”

“Who would I tell?” He asked, throwing out his arms in innocence.

“I don’t know you, so there is no end to the possibilities of who you could tell.” She pointed out.

“Good point. Any chance you will answer what brings you here?” He took a step forward. It was a small step but even that minor change brought him into the light. His dark wavy hair was in a controlled tousle that could have looked scruffy and messy, yet it gave him a relaxed look. There was no doubt in her mind that he had a powerful persona that drew plenty of attention.

“To this particular event?” Arabella demurred.

He nodded. 

For someone who hadn’t introduced himself he was incredibly curious about her. Still, she felt compelled to continue the conversation, wanting to know more about him also. “My mother accepted on my behalf.”

“Ah. So you are an unwilling participant.” 

With a shake of her head Arabella tsked. “There you are, trying to get me in trouble again.”

“Just trying to get to know you.” He motioned toward a nearby bench where they could sit and not be too close, for propriety’s sake. 

“Without getting to know me.” In a mock scold she tilted her head to see how he would respond to the accusation.

“What?” The consternation on his face was echoed by the incredulity of his tone.

“You know what I mean.” She paused until he narrowed his eyes in scrutiny. “You have yet to introduce yourself.”

In a flash a grin appeared on his face. “I am not the only one who has failed to do so.” His knowing grin made her feel like a child caught sneaking a chocolate.

Straightening she archly defended herself. “I was just introduced inside. For all I know, you already know who I am and are toying with me.”

“That argument can go both ways.” Her mystery man retorted. “You may already know who I am and be acting the innocent. However, I must confess, this is the most entertainment I’ve had in ages. Meeting you has been a delight.”

Arabella shook her head. “I concede. Whether you already know or not, I am Lady Arabella Bourrada.” She thought about ignoring the formality of a curtsey but as she spoke she found herself dipping down out of habit.

The surprise that lit his sparkling eyes told her in an instant that he truly had not known.

“Lady Eleanor’s daughter. It is truly a pleasure.” He inclined his head.

“You know my mother?”

He chuckled. “Everyone knows your mother if she has anything to say about it.”

And still he had not told her who he was. She could stand it no longer. Regardless of how improper and impolite it was, Arabella insisted, “Who are you?”


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Lisa

“History class is the worst!” Will complained as he slung his arms over Lisa’s shoulders. His locker was nowhere near hers but she always found him there waiting, every time she went to grab anything. In fact, half the time he would put his books in her locker. After all, he’d known Lisaher locker combination as soon as she did.

“You say that every year.” Lisa tried hard to ignore her best friend’s arm and the warm feelings his casual embrace stirred in her. If he knew what she was wishing, she would die of embarrassment. In an effort to remind him and herself of their ‘friend’ status she promptly elbowed him. “And you are going to get in trouble with Anna if you keep hanging on me Will.”

Instead of dropping his arm as she was expecting he wrapped both arms around her waist, pinning her arms to her side, and lifting her off the ground in a huge bear hug. 

“Anna doesn’t care. She knows we’re just friends.” He laughed as he bounced her around.

Lisa couldn’t help but laugh, although she knew for a fact that Anna cared very much. “Let me down.” She ordered, even though in the deepest back part of her brain she hoped he wouldn’t. When he didn’t listen she repeatedly tried to kick his legs but he managed to nimbly dodge each kick, swinging her all around like a rag doll. “Will!” She screeched, erupting into giggles. 

He didn’t stop as he easily slammed her locker shut with his foot and dragged her out the hallway, tucked snug and secure to his chest.  Everyone else in school was as used to Will’s antics as her and didn’t pay Will any attention. While she was glad she wasn’t getting laughed at she also wasn’t being rescued. As he walked out into the quad he jolted to a stop and shifted her up and over his shoulder. “That’s better.” He declared, “Now I can keep you up there forever.” 

“Will!” Lisa tried again. “I don’t have my backpack.” Anything to get him to set her down, especially before Anna saw. 

He didn’t even slow down. Instead he hitched her further onto his shoulder so she couldn’t ‘accidentally’ wiggle off. She pounded on his rugby-hardened shoulders but he either didn’t care or didn’t notice her efforts.  

“Will?” Anna’s shrill voice echoed through the quad. 

Lisa stilled. She knew instantly it was too late to avoid angering the latest girlfriend. Again, in a last desperate attempt, Lisa whispered. “Put me down Will.”

Will laughed as he swung to face Anna. This effectively cut Lisa off from entering the conversation in her own defense. She could only listen. If she wasn’t the one slung over his shoulder Lisa would probably be on the sidelines laughing but, as usual, she was the one Will was getting in trouble with his girlfriend about. Many breakups had happened because of his friendship with her. 

Again, she struggled to be put down but screeched when he tickled the back of her knee in order to stop her. 

“Something wrong Anna?” He asked. 

Lisa could practically hear Anna’s hands go to her hips as she huffed in irritation. And here Lisa was going to be stuck on his broad shoulder through the whole fight. With a sigh of her own, she put her elbows on Will’s back and her chin in her hands. She might as well be a little comfortable. 

“Put the girl down Will.” Anna demanded. 

Lisa was jostled as he tried to shrug. “Aw Anna. You know it’s Lisa. We’re just having fun. See?” With that Will spun around so that Lisa was abruptly face to face with Anna. She didn’t have time to do more than grimace in Anna’s angry face before she was whirled back away. 

“Will.” Anna whined in her poutiest plea. “I haven’t seen you since this morning. I want you to kiss me.”

Will leaned forward, holding tight to Lisa’s knees. 

Anna protested, “I am NOT kissing you while you are holding her like a caveman.”

“Now’s the time to put me down.” Lisa added, hoping reason had finally set in. Instead he simply tickled her knees again, not even bothering to answer her. She persisted, “Stop ignoring me Will. You’re starting to hurt me.” 

With a jolt Lisa was once again on the ground. Thankfully Will still had the presence of mind to help her stay standing since her legs had fallen asleep. When she looked up, his full attention was on her. “I’m sorry Lis. I wasn’t thinking. You ok?”

All Lisa could do was nod. She seemed to be the only one acutely aware of Anna and the bitter glare leveled her direction. When Lisa tried to step back, his arm snaked around her shoulder and to her waist, effectively tucking her into his side. She couldn’t stop the blush. After a few heart stuttering seconds she thought to at least try to push away. Anna was standing there and here Lisa was melting into a silly puddle of goo in front of her.

“Will!” Anna screeched.

“What?” Will jerked his attention away but took a moment before he could focus on Anna. “What?” He repeated when she continued to glare, his hands up in defensive confusion.

“I am still waiting.” Anna stomped her foot. “For my kiss!”

“I’m not a dog, Annie. I don’t sit, stay, or kiss on command.” For the first time since they’d started dating Will wasn’t going out of his way to appease Anna. Even Lisa was surprised by the change. Instead of seeing it as a warning sign, Anna snapped.

“Do not call me Annie!” She shrieked.

Lisa tried to step back and away, but Will had forgotten about his hold on her waist. Unfortunately the movement caught Anna’s attention. In seconds Anna narrowed all of her anger into one point: Lisa.

“You.” Anna seethed.

Will quickly stepped in front of Anna, enabling Lisa to finally back away. “Leave her out of this.” He growled.

“How? She is always in this. I feel like the third wheel with my own boyfriend. If I didn’t know any better I’d think that she was your girlfriend.”

“Well, maybe she should be.” He barked out angrily. He suddenly paused with a blink, going quiet as Anna stormed off with a shriek. Will turned slowly, looking very contemplative. Lisa gulped.

Kiley

Sitting in my favorite park I can feel my smile sink into my soul in a way I imagine can only come on beautiful warm Saturday mornings like today when I get to take the latest book I am reading and plop myself on my bench and not worry about anything more than the contents of my book for hours on end. An hour into my escape from reality I feel someone watching me, not a creepy run-away type feeling but more like a friend peeking in to see if you’re ok kind of feeling.  As I look around the green surrounding me to see if I can discover the source of my prickled awareness, I notice the empty white stone pavilion that sits at the end of one of the walkways, eye-catching and exquisite. Just as I am about to continue my visual survey of the park I spot him, his watchful stare pulsing into me. He is standing there, leaning against one of the pillars of the pavilion and I swear he is looking straight at me.

This isn’t the first time I have seen him and each time I catch a glimpse of him I feel myself being drawn in, intrigued, pulled, captivated, entranced, mesmerized. Ugh I can’t think of any other words to make it make more sense. I just want to be closer. I have never seen the details of his face but I know that I can pick out his broad shoulders and light brown wavy hair from miles away.

I stand. I am going to meet him today. 

As I take my first steps toward the pavilion I see him slip into the shadows made by the pavilion’s arching roof and lose sight of him. Again.

With a huff I plop down on my bench and snatch at my book “Next time.” I mutter under my breath.

I nearly jump out of my skin when a mellow tenor voice whispers in my ear. “Is that a promise or a threat?”

Heart racing, I shoot up and away. Stumbling across the sidewalk to what I hope is a safe distance; I turn and face my abandoned bench and the mystery voice behind it. 

Stunned to speechlessness I gape. The only thought passing through my head screams, It’s him!

“I…what?…Who?” I force out, still trying to catch my breath. I’m not sure if now is a good time to run or if it is safe to finally find out who he is. Curiosity wins and I stay– tense and ready to flee, but I stay.

“You alright there Kiley” He asks with a laugh.

“I don’t know you.” I take another step back. My IQ apparently zeroes out when facing a cute guy who knows my name. “Who are you?”

Smirking, he tugs on his jacket and my eyes are drawn to the fitted deep green button up shirt that he has left unbuttoned at the top. I gulp. Yikes.

“Zev.”

“What?” I blink, trying to process anything beyond his distractingly good looks. He definitely looks jaw-droppingly gorgeous at this distance. Now his shoulders and hair only add to his attractiveness, instead of being all I can see of him.

He laughs, eyes twinkling with mischief, as if he knows exactly what he’s doing to me. “You asked and I answered. I’m Zev.”

“Why do I see you everywhere?” I hurry to ask.

He shrugs. “Wishful thinking.”

“What?”

Zev cocks his head to the side as his hands went into his pockets, all casual. “Are you wishing I was following you around? Like some crazy stalker?” He seemed to be thoroughly enjoying my discomfiture.

“Aren’t you?” I quickly shake my head. “A stalker, I mean.”

“No.”

I couldn’t let it drop. “But I have seen you.”

With three long strides he is within inches of my face and my sluggish brain doesn’t react fast enough and he has to catch me as I stumble backwards. “Do you have a little crush on me?” He asks, inches from my now-tingling lips.

“What? No!” I shove him back and stand straight.

“Admit it.”

“Get lost.” I grumble, walking back to my bench to snatch up my book. I turn and again he is so close I can smell how intoxicatingly good he smells. Roughly I attempt to shoulder my way around him and shiver as I am met with such resistance that I can’t get past him.

“Move.” I growl, glaring up into his sharp blue eyes.

“Ah Kiley. Don’t be that way.” He pouted.

“I don’t know how you know my name but I am leaving now. Get out of my way.” I hold my breath, hoping my false bravado fools him. I’m not entirely convinced it did since his piercing gaze narrows for a quick second before melting into a charming smile.

Slowly he steps out of my way and bows low. As he did he manages to brush the lightest of light kisses across my cheek, though I’m not sure how. “Never say I didn’t do what you ask.”

The searing heat of his lips on my cheek burns its way through my veins and I have to force myself to move, the flicker of a faint memory fluttering just beyond reach. Do I know him? 

Just like that, I want to stay.

Far from the indignant exit I had planned to make I float away, lost in the memory of what couldn’t even be called a real kiss. If a simple brush of his lips to my cheek could cause such a reaction, what would it be like when he really kissed me?

In shock I stop. When? I meant if…right? Hurriedly I begin to walk again, but not before I glance back at Zev. And there he still stood, smirking at me in a way that makes me want to find out what a kiss from him would be like.

Just as I reach the bend in the walkway that would take me out of his sight I hear him call out, “See you soon Kiley.”