Blue Moon (gxg)

White Party (59)

We all walked toward the entrance of the cinema, but all I could think about was how badly I needed to talk to Bella.
It was obviously she was off.

Before I knew it, I stopped and grabbed her arm, guiding her toward the bathroom.

"You guys go grab the seats. We'll go to the bathroom," I said, holding her arm firmly.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her expression uneasy.

"Just come with me."

She hesitated but then followed me into the restroom.
The moment I shut the door behind us, I turned to her.

"Ellie... you couldn't wait until later?" She asked impatiently.
"I was about to put him in his spot," she muttered.

"No."

She huffed, looking at me like she wasn't having any of it.

"Please, don't give me that look," I pleaded

"I'm not giving you that look, Ellie. I'm just trying not to completely lose it because of someone," her voice tight.

"I hope that someone isn't me..."

She crossed her arms.
"You know exactly who I'm talking about."

Her eyes searched mine, and I reached for her hand.
"I'm so sorry, Bella. I know it's not enough, but I feel awful about this. I just can't stand him, I hate him."

"Believe me, the feeling is mutual," she sighed, clearly frustrated.

I leaned in closer, squeezing her arm urgently.
"Will you forgive me?"

Her fingers grazed my face as she stroked my cheek.
"It's not your fault, baby, whatever happens... but..."

"But...?"

"Do you think he knows or suspects?" her voice quiet but sharp.

"If he did, I doubt he'd leave us alone like this..."

"I don't know, Ellie... his question about hiding a secret relationship..."
She nervously ran a hand through her hair, her eyes searching mine for some kind of reassurance.

"His ego is stronger than considering the possibility of me and you having an affair," I affirmed and she nodded lightly.

"Let me handle him, okay?"

She rolled her eyes.
"Why can't I handle him?" she teased.

"Because if you did, we'd both end up in jail," I smirked as I pulled her toward the sink.

For a moment, Bella stood still, staring at me like she couldn't decide whether to laugh or just be annoyed.

I didn't wait.
I leaned in and kissed her lips.
Her arms wrapped around me, spinning me around and pressing me back against the sink.

"Jeez, you should get mad more often," I joked breathlessly.

Bella pressed her knees on my lap, giving me a teasing smile.

God, her body is perfection.

"Ha-ha. Very funny. Try me," she replied.

Her lips parted, and the kiss deepened—slow and intense.
What started off gentle quickly turned urgent, and honestly, it was getting harder to keep our hands off each other at this point...

When we pulled apart, we were both breathless, and I laughed softly against her chest as she rolled her eyes playfully.

"Hey, you know what? I think we should start fighting for real," she said seriously, lifting my chin.