Convicted Love

chapter 7

The popcorn popping in the microwave and the living room lights dimmed to just the right level, everything was falling into place.

“Hey, did you grab the blankets?” I called out from the kitchen, grabbing the bowl of freshly popped popcorn. The buttery smell filled the air, making my stomach growl.

“Got them right here!” Isabella’s voice came from the hallway. She walked in, arms full of fluffy blankets and pillows. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, and she was wearing my oversized hoodie. She looked effortlessly as always.

I set the popcorn down on the coffee table and moved a couple of pillows around, making room for us to snuggle up on the couch. Isabella handed me a blanket, and I spread it over the couch, tucking in the corners. She did the same with another one, making sure we had plenty of layers to keep us warm.

“Did you pick the movie?” she asked, plopping down next to me.

“I did,” I replied, grinning. “I went with that comedy you wanted to watch”.

We settled into the couch, the comedy we’d chosen starting up on the screen. I could feel the warmth of Isabella next to me, her head nestled against my shoulder. The opening scene had us chuckling already, the familiar characters and their antics a comforting backdrop.

About halfway through the movie, there was this one scene that always cracked us up. The main character tried to impress someone by showing off his dance moves, but he ended up flailing around the room like a puppet with tangled strings. Isabella’s laughter started as a soft giggle, but it quickly escalated into full-on belly laughs.

I couldn’t help but laugh along with her. There was something so infectious about her laughter. It filled the room, making the movie even funnier. I glanced over at her, watching as she wiped tears from her eyes, still giggling.

“That never gets old,” she said, catching her breath.

“You’re right,” I replied, smiling. “It’s always hilarious.”

The character on screen managed to knock over a vase in his dancing frenzy, causing a chain reaction of chaos. Isabella doubled over, clutching her stomach as she laughed even harder. Her joy was palpable, and it made my heart swell.

“You okay there?” I teased, nudging her lightly.

She nodded, trying to speak through her laughter. “I... can’t... breathe!”

I laughed and wrapped my arm around her, pulling her closer. “Don’t pass out on me now. We still have half the movie left.”

She took a deep breath, calming down a bit, but the occasional giggle still escaped her lips. “I just can’t believe how ridiculous that scene is every time.”

“I know. It’s like they made it just for us,” I said, giving her a squeeze.

The movie continued, but I found myself more focused on her than the screen. Watching her laugh, seeing her so happy—it was the best part of the night.

Isabella POV

Laying next to Blake on the couch while we watch the movie was the best part of the night we got up off the couch to start dinner and he made me chicken parmesan and let me tell you he can cook after we got done eating we started to clean up the dishes and clean up the kitchen his hand brushed against mine and my mind went reeling to a book I had read before where a guy pushed the girl up against the wall and had his way with her my checks starting going red and I accidentally dropped the dish I was holding.

Blake’s pov

We had just finished dinner, and Isabella was carrying the plates back to the kitchen. I was tidying up the living room, stacking the pillows back onto the couch. Suddenly, I heard the unmistakable sound of shattering glass. I turned to see Isabella standing in the kitchen, a look of surprise and frustration on her face, and shards of a plate scattered around her feet.

“Oh no,” she said, bending down to pick up the larger pieces.

“Hey, don’t worry about it,” I said, hurrying over to help. “It’s just a plate.”

She sighed, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “I’m so clumsy sometimes.”

“Accidents happen,” I assured her, crouching beside her and carefully gathering the shards into a dustpan. “Let’s get this cleaned up before anyone gets hurt.”

We worked together in silence for a few moments, the only sound the clinking of broken pieces as we cleaned. Once we had everything gathered, I dumped the shards into the trash and grabbed a broom to sweep up the smaller bits. Isabella was wiping the floor with a damp cloth, making sure there were no tiny pieces left.

I glanced up at her, noticing the slight frown on her face. “Hey,” I said softly, reaching out to brush a stray hair from her forehead. “It’s really not a big deal.”

She looked up at me, her eyes meeting mine, and gave a small smile. “Thanks, Blake. I just feel silly.”

I set the broom aside and took her hand, pulling her up gently. “There’s nothing to feel silly about,” I said, my thumb brushing over the back of her hand. “It’s just a plate. We can always get another one.”

She smiled a bit more, stepping closer. “I guess you’re right.”

I nodded, wrapping my arms around her waist. “I’m always right.”

She laughed softly, shaking her head. “Always, huh?”

“Well, most of the time,” I conceded, leaning in.

Our faces were just inches apart, the warmth of her breath mingling with mine. Her eyes softened, and I could see the lingering worry fade away. I tilted my head slightly, closing the distance between us. Our lips met in a gentle kiss, the world around us fading away. It was just us, standing in the kitchen, the remnants of a broken plate forgotten.

When we finally pulled back, she rested her forehead against mine. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“Anytime,” I replied, my voice just as soft. “I’ve got your back.” O

Isabella POV

Once the movies over I get up off the couch and start upstairs I look back at Blake and smile “Good night”

Blake’s pov

Fuck everything she’s mine.