The Boy | Corbyn Besson WDW story

chapter 33

isabelle.

i had found the note on the old hickory desk inside the guest room, seeing as the guest ro had been unoccupied, not a single soul layed in the nice white based bed. confusion had spread across my face when i saw the title Isabelle.

the handwriting flowing seamlessly across the pale yellow envelope. not a single error shown. inside harboring the one thing fate has brought down my withering path.

whilst opening the perfectly closed seal, hands shaking like a boat on the water during a storm. lots of thought running through my perfectly empty mind, accompanied by wandering thoughts.

the envelope seeming quite new, i had still managed to slip open the deal without a problem. pulling out the slightly crushed paper from its small habitat it had acquired.

opening the folded paper, i was accompanied with the same cursive based handwriting i was met with on the front of the envelope. now knowing who the giver of this note was.

without a single thought my mouth had spoke 'corbyn' a smile spread wide across my face, it could not be mistaken. now unknowingly, but my pure instinct, my feet's making their way to corbyns room.

carefully putting my hand on the door handle, unsure of what my next move would be. i gradually turned the handle walking into corbyns room, finding his still figure still asleep.

lightly walking over to the window, overlooking the beach below, i shifted then curtains open. revealing the nicely lit sun. just set at full rise. laying a perfect shadow of light on corbyns face.

the small calls of his name not waking him to see the light just yet. i had come to a consensus to jump on him. yet he didn't move a single muscle in his body.

i was staring straight at him when i caught a glimpse of his beautiful green eyes. left in a trance, until i was snapped out of it managing to utter a few words. 'why does morning sleepy head'

something had come over me, like a tidal wave. i had no control over it, but i didn't regret it. his lips soft as cotton, and his hands wrapped around me like a forcefield. this was my happy place.

'and good morning indeed it is' his voice so tender and sweet. could make me melt with just one word. i had pulled him up into a sitting position handing him the note in my hand, a slight smile on my face.

a look of confusion and regret came over his face, causing my smile to fade. and erupting butterflies in my stomach. 'you found it.. you weren't supposed to'

at that moment i immediately regretted opening the note, having made a fool of myself. 'oh' that's all i could say, that's all i wanted to say, having been stripped of the opportunity to say anything else, other then that single word.

'this is not the way i wanted to ask you out'

'so... you don't want to hear my answer?'

i had instantly filled with hope, the words coming out of my mouth being so bubbly and abstract. maybe this was my time, maybe i could have the one thing i love the most, back.

'cause yes'

almost instantly i was tackled on to my back, being caught by the softness of the cotton comforter below me. kisses planted on my face, me being to most shocked when i felt one on my lips. instantly kissing back.

'i love you'

'and i love you'

his hands landing on my cheek, slowly rubbing my cheek bone. this boy has got me wrapped around his little finger and i wouldn't want it any other way. i grabbed his wrist instantly regretting it, causing his hand to move from my face.

'i love you so much'

'i love you so much more baby'

planing one more kiss on his soft lips, i had escaped his grasp, making my way to the door. still wanting his touch 'come on lover boy, i made breakfast'

he had got off his bed, instantly sprinting my direction, chasing me till we reached the kitchen. 'took you long enough'

that's when i knew, he was

the one.

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my writing skills are improving
and i love it
but not as much as i love
isabelle and corbyn
like AKFNWKDN AWE
haha lol
anyways
-author