~39~~
Bella's heart was fluttering and she had butterflies in her stomach. He'd said "hi."
The telltale blush that had haunted her all her life flamed across her cheeks. She could feel her chest warming under her clothing, and knew it too would be flushed and blotchy. At least she was covered up and that part of her embarrassment was hidden.
It took her a few moments, but she finally responded, "Hi."
At her reply his smile widened. Holy crap he was beautiful. She felt as if she was being drawn toward him, and she couldn't resist—she didn't want to.
Thanks for reading.
A quick note to all of you impatient for this to HAPPEN ALREADY. I know... I understand... You want him to jump her (or for her to jump him) and for them to have hot passionate sex on the damned road if need be. It ain't gonna happen! The whole premise of the story is that they don't get there quickly like that. It isn't a story of lust at first sight. They're not in a club, grinding away on the dance floor, ready at any moment to disappear into a quiet corner. Listen to the song. Read the lyrics (Supplied in Ch7). In this story they've only seen each other THREE times to this point—for only a few minutes each time. Already I'm moving faster than the song would dictate. Thanks to those of you who are appreciating the pace I'm setting. I appreciate your kind words.
Disclaimer: SM owns. My only claim is to this plot.