❝I fell harder for you. And if you're not there to catch me, I don't think I'll be able to get up.❞
Ella Ellington was recruited to join on a nearly impossible mission by the man with a trench coat. Will she agree? If so, why would he recruit her an...
"Ah, Mr. Blake. Welcome. I take it Mrs. Blake is out of town?" Ella and Sara both point their knives at his testicle.
"That's a very pointed observation." They drove to the parking lot.
"If you're going to find he vessel, you'll need my help." Mr. Blake said now out of the car.
"No, I think we're quite good without it."
"Sara." She punched him and they put him in the trunk.
"Maybe we should have had Blake show us around." Ella said now that they entered the main hall.
"Perhaps there's a less conspicuous way for us to do reconnaissance. May I?" He offer his hand to Ella. She looks at it for a second.
"No."
"Harsh. I'm gonna be the look out."
"Sara don't you dare." But she's already gone.
"I guess you're stuck with me. Come, I'll lead." She looks at him for a second before putting her hand on his. They both swear there's sparks. They walk hand in hand gracefully.
"May I?"
"Yes." She said avoiding his gaze. Rip wrap his arm around her waist and she wraps her arm around his neck. Neither of them said a word as they sway to the music.
"I've been thinking." Rip starts and she looks up.
"About?"
"Us." Which made her blush.
"There's no us. You made it very clear." She said looking away.
"I want there to be." She looks at him surprised.
"You don't know what you're doing to me Ella. Everyday I fell harder for you. And if you're not there to catch me, I don't think I'll be able to get up."
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She looks him stunned for a minute before laughing, burying her head on his shoulder. Leaving Rip confused.
"What?" She face him again.
"So poetic." She said looking lovingly at him. He smiles in return. The music makes everything so perfect. They both find themselves leaning forward.
"Hey sorry to interrupt." The moment is ruined by Sara's tap on Rip's shoulder. He looks at her restraining a groan. But didn't let go of Ella's waist.
"They're scarred up like our friends at the bank."
"South African mercenaries. Why didn't you say so?" Sara walks ahead. Rip still holding her not wanting to leave.
"I think you need to let me go Captain." She smiles.
"What did I say about calling me?" He pouts.
"You're so adorable."
"Let's go, Rip." She emphasize on Rip and drag him as he smiles like a goof.
