Bella's POV
I'd be lying if I say I didn't regret it. Getting princess carried by some grumpy, arrogant nutjob was not on my to-do list. But at that moment, I didn't have any other option open either. He was too reluctant to let me go and I was too cosy in his arms. He had this certain musky smell surrounding him that even the rain couldn't wash away; rather it might have flared it up instead. I understood why girls are so crazy about him. Looking at him up this close I must say he's indeed good-looking. His ocean blue eyes and dark brown hair goes uniquely well with each other. His white shirt was completely soaked in the rain revealing his fair porcelain skin underneath. Water dripping from his dark wet hair which was brushed backwards with his fingers, caught my undivided attention.
