Page 14 of Wild Tangled Hearts

Eventually, we arrive at my place, and Sebastian gracefully walks around the car to open the door for me. He extends his hand, and I take it, stepping out.

My heart flutters as he walks me to the porch. There’s a moment of hesitation, a charged pause as we stand there, our eyes locked.

“I had a wonderful time tonight,” he says, his voice soft and sincere. “I’d love to see you again.”

I feel fluttery inside at his words, and a surge of excitement builds within me. But then, my nervous side kicks in, and I make an awkward joke to diffuse the tension. “I’ll introduce you to my idea of French food — Arby’s curly fries.”

He chuckles. “Actually, I’m more of a Chick-fil-A waffle fry kind of guy.”

“Well,” I say, in mock indignation. “I suppose you can’t judge someone based solely on their taste in french fries.”

Sebastian bursts into laughter. It’s a sound that warms my heart, and I can’t help but chuckle along with him.

“You have a point there,” he says, still smiling. “French fries are a serious matter.”

I nod, chuckling.

“Goodnight, Bella,” he says, leaning in closer. I can feel the warmth of his breath against my skin.

“Goodnight,” I reply, my heart pounding in my chest.

And then, it happens. Our lips meet with a soft, initial brush, like the flutter of a butterfly’s wings. There’s a moment of hesitation, a shared breath before our mouths meld together in a warm and lingering embrace.

The taste of him is intoxicating, a subtle blend of mint and a trace of the wine we shared earlier. His breath against my skin is a warm caress, sending shivers down my spine and making my heart race. Our mouths move together with a natural rhythm, a silent conversation of longing.

My fingers instinctively find their way to the back of his neck, tangling in his soft hair, pulling him closer. His hand cradles my cheek with a gentle touch, his thumb lightly tracing my jawline, igniting a delicious ache deep within me. When we finally pull away, Sebastian looks at me with a smile that makes my knees go weak. “I’ll call you soon.”

I nod, my mind a whirlwind of emotions. Our worlds are so different, and while I’m undeniably attracted to him, I can’t help but worry about the challenges our differences might bring.

But as he leans in for one more gentle kiss before saying goodnight, I can’t deny the chemistry between us. I watch him drive away, my heart torn between excitement and uncertainty. The question lingers in my mind: is he the one who can break through my guarded heart? Or will he be another man who will break it?

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What should Bella do next?

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PartThree

Second Dates

Second dates are the canvas where you begin to paint the masterpiece of your connection. The first was merely the sketch; now, let your heart fill in the vibrant colors of a beautiful love story.

Chapter6

Damien

TWO WHEELS AND A SPARK

My heart races as I prepare for my second date with Damien. But there’s no backing down, because I hear that deep rumble of his motorcycle approaching, sending a thrill down my spine.

“You’ve got this,” I mutter to my reflection, giving myself a little pep talk as I add the final touches of lip gloss. Holding my purse, I stride confidently to the door, ready for the excitement and trouble that comes with being with Damien.

I walk outside just as he dismounts his bike, and he greets me with a smoldering look that could make even a nun blush. “Hey, there, beautiful.”

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