It begins with us.

Chapter Twenty-Eight🔥

⚠️ Warning ⚠️

Contains sexual content.

Yaakov's POV

Do you know what's a good feeling? When your face physically aches from smiling to much - that's a dam good feeling. Especially when you haven't been able to smile like that in....well, ever. Tonight, I am having a different problem, the smile on my face is irremovable. I take in a deep breath before linking my fingers through Ava's, the feel of her soft skin against my callused ones sends warmth to tingle up my arm. I cannot get enough of it, just the way she looks at me sends my body into overdrive. She is beautiful tonight in her white sun dress, hair down and taking my breath away every time, her teal eyes met mine. I can't describe the way her teal eyes vibrate through my heart, the way they shine and dance in the moonlight is something I never knew colours could do before. She looks up at me, biting her bottom lip as a beautiful blush covers her cheeks, her mood is cheerful and carefree, making my insides quiver with pure bliss. Does she know the effect her smile has? or the way her innocents drives me fucking crazy? I have never felt this magnetic pull before, and I don't want to feel it with anyone but her. She is it for me. We were currently walking down to the shoreline of Tel Aviv-Yafo, a popular beach that is packed with locals and tourists all year round. Tonight, there are a few people around still occupying the beautiful white sand as Ava and I walk hand in hand across the warm sand. I have already removed my shoes and socks, letting them swing from my fingers while Ava's sandals were removed a while ago, giggling when she spotted the sandy beach.

"I love this."

Ava whispers happily, smiling ahead of her while I tighten my grip around her palm, fearful I might lose her.

"Me too."

I reply honestly, knowing that I wouldn't want to be anywhere else but here, with her.

"You know? I've never been to the beach before tonight."

I raise both brows, stunned at her admission and wondering how that was even possible. Who hasn't been to a beach? I can't remember a time growing up that Mama and Papa hadn't taken us. It was part of my childhood, before going overseas for college, and even then, I still went for a swim in the salt water.

"I haven't even swum in the dam ocean before."

She frowns before coming to a complete stop. Her face, once carefree and full of excitement, is now plagued with hard thought's.

"Ava?"

She turns her head, looking up at me while biting her bottom lip. But this time it isn't because of something I had said, or did that excited her, but rather an internal struggle she is having. She wants to say it, it's right there on the tip of her tongue but, she looks worried to share it with me.

"What has you worried?"

I squeeze her hand, silently telling her that she can say whatever is on her mind, that I am here for her to listen and not pass any type of judgement. I would never.

"A lot of things."

She laughs sadly, giving me a half smile before shrugging her shoulders lamely. I drop my shoes to my side, letting them fall to the sand below as I bring my now free hand to her cheek, brushing the soft skin as she leans into my touch. The electricity from our touch tingles the pads of my fingers and palm as I take in a much-needed breath to calm my racing heart.

"Walking along the beach tonight, with you, here, has just made me realise how much I have truly missed out on" She frowns, her teeth drag in her bottom lip before she releases it with a pout. "Ever since I was a little girl, all I have ever wanted was to follow in my dad's footsteps, becoming an officer and dedicating my life to serve and protect.... but...." She shakes her head, looking down at her toes buried in the sand before sighing deeply.