The Brooks Boys

Chapter Nineteen

"Hi, yeah. Erm, I'm sorry if I've interrupted anything." April says backing away, noticing how close Beau and I were.

"No, I was just leaving." Beau says sternly, taking large strides to the exit of the room. He can't leave now. We have so much more to clear up here.

"Where do you think your going Beau? We're not done yet." I say grabbing his arm, trying to hide the whining tone in my voice. I'm not letting him go this easy. I need him to listen, I need him to understand.

"I really wanted to believe you Ellie. I really did." He sighs in disappointment.

I feel my heart sink, slowly, deep into my stomach as he hangs his head down and walks through the door. A crisp tear slowly rolls down my cheek. I quickly flick it away and squint my eyes to hold back the next tear that is threatening to push it's way to the surface.

Esme smiles at me sympathetically and plods over to pull me into a warm hug.

"No Beau wait!" April says quickly. "We have proof!" I watch her in confusion as she chases him down the corridor. He stops in his tracks and turns on his heels to face us.

"What?" he questions, raising a firm brow.

"We have proof that Eleanor is telling the truth about Luke and Jai. It's on here." She holds out her phone pleadingly.

He rolls his eyes and continues his trek down the large hallway.

"I don't have time for this." He mutters. It hurts that he is so denial. It's almost as though he wants it to be this way. Like he wants me to have done it.

I have to stop him now before it's too late. I run past Esme and April, stopping right in front of Beau. He tries to dodge my body and avoid my eye contact but I won't let him. I take my hand and place it under his chin, tilting his head downwards, forcing him to look at me.

"Please." I plead, stepping forward to close the space between us. He doesn't repel as I thought he would. Instead his arms slither around my waist and he hugs me, burying his head into my neck. I don't know how many more mood swings of his I can take. One minute he's screaming at me and the next he's nuzzling his head into my neck.

"Give me one good reason why I should listen to you." He says. The corners of his mouth twitch and I know he is trying to stay as serious as possible. But we both can't help but smile when we're this close.

I don't want to talk anymore. I need to show him that I want him, I need him, only him.

I lean forward to slowly join our lips and take my time to softly kiss every inch of his mouth, teasing him. He responds by playfully bitting down on my bottom lip. I know it is not as passionate as before but it's what I have been longing for, since last week. His arms around me and his lips on mine. I let out a small moan before pulling away from him. My heart is already racing and I want more.

I lift his hand from my waist and place it on my chest above the place that my heart lyes. I press his hand down with mine, so we can both feel the sharp thud of my heart.

"That's why." I say to him and he doesn't care to hide his large grin this time.

He nods and begins to make his way back into the room.

I can't help but smile at the fact that, that was all it took for him to listen to me. Just a kiss. My kiss was all he needed.

When we get back to the room April and Esme begin to fiddle around with the television, trying to get the evidence to show on the big screen. I'm still not exactly sure what we're meant to be showing him, but I hope it's enough for him to believe me.