Convicted Love

Chapter Five

Blake POV

She bows her head into her hands and starts to cry. I look over at her and before I know it she’s out of the car running toward her house. I catch up behind her and gently place a hand on her shoulder, unsure of what to say but wanting to provide some comfort. She turns to me, her tear-streaked face filled with a mix of sorrow and gratitude.

“What am I supposed to do?” She asks me and I don’t know what to tell her her house is completely covered in and itll take at least a week or maybe more for someone to come cut this tree apart. Before I know it the words are out of my mouth “I have two spare bedrooms you can stay with me”. She turns to look at me “are you sure? I can find a hotel or something”. I take her hand in mine and she smiles at me Id give anything to make her fully smile and just to hear her laugh. We walk over to my house and I show her the spare bedroom she can sleep in “Do you know what you want to eat?”I ask her she nods and smiles “pizza”. She laughs and im telling you what I could get use to that laugh. Blake she’s to young leave her alone “ so there has to be a couple rules if your gonna stay first off I have a couple questions since I know you can talk” “how old are you” I ask her she looks down at the floor and mumbles something I lift her chin so our eyes meet “ I’m not going to ask again how old are you?” “25” she says silently trying to turn her head but i keep pressure on her chin and i swear i hear a moan erupt from her throat. I stand up and look down at her “WHY?”she asks and i immediately understand what shes asking. i walk to the door and turn around”Attempted Murder, and robbery ”.

Isabella POV

I sit on the bed and think about what he just told me he was in prison for murder who did he murder and why did he murder them and why was it attempted murder I don’t talk a lot but at this moment I couldn’t shut up The questions kept forming in my head and I wanted answers. I followed behind him while he walked to the door “pizza is in the oven” I sit down at the counter “what happened” I ask him “ I’ll tell you” he says and starts to cry

Blake’s POV

I sat on my bike as me and three other guys waited outside the bank I just turned 21 and we needed cash for my family or we would lose everything It all happened so quick and before I knew it there was gunfire I say while crying. A little girl had wandered out into the mixture and accidentally got shot I got 10 years for attempted murder not counting the robbery I think about that day all the time and wish that I would have done something different because of me and innocent little girl died and I’ll live with that forever. I expect her to get up and run away yell murderer or something anything that’ll show me that I can’t have her we can’t be together before I know it her arms are wrapped around me and she kisses my cheek wiping away my tears. “I can’t stop crying I’ve thought about that little girl for ten years and what she would of wanted to be when she grew up” she doesn’t move just keeps holding me and when I look up she’s starting at me her brown eyes captivating me and I can’t stop looking at her she’s rests her hand on my cheek and leans in I freeze in place I gently cup her cheek, my thumb tracing the smooth line of her jaw. “I can’t stop thinking about you,” I admitted, the words spilling out in a rush.

A surprised smile touches her lips. “Blake, I...”

Before she could finish, I lean in, closing the distance between us. Our lips meet in a gentle, tentative kiss. The sensation was electrifying, sending a jolt through my entire body. Isabella responded almost immediately, her arms wrapping around my neck as she brings me closer. The kiss deepens, becoming more urgent and passionate, as if we were trying to pour all our unspoken emotions into this single, perfect moment.

Time seemed to slow, the world around us fading away There was only Isabella and the feeling of her lips on mine. When we finally broke apart, we were both breathless, our foreheads resting together.

I smiled, looking into her eyes. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”

She laughed softly, her fingers trailing along my jaw. “Me too, Blake. Me too.”