"What about me is lovable?" Nicolas asked sadly.
"Everything. Except that I know I'm not good enough." She whispered.
"You're perfect." He whispered.
"You think so?"
"I know so." Nicolas whispered.
She smiled brighter. "To choose, we all have to he in a room together. Then you have to look at the one of us that you want and say 'I choose you' but it only works if that's the one of us your heart truly wants."
"Okay..." Nicolas whispered, looking to his shoes.
She kissed his lips very softly. "If you pick her, make sure she treats you right."
"I...I don't want to trap anyone." He whispered.
"You're not. We are both already trapped. You're not trapping anyone, you're freeing someone."
Nicolas took a shuddering breath. "Then...I...I want to free you."
She gasped, then carefully kissed his lips, though this time slightly deeper. She moved as close to his as she could without touching him amd took his hands into hers.
Nicolas' breath caught in his throat. He closed his eyes and held still, cautiously holding her hands tighter.
She pulled his hands together then pressed then to her heart as she kissed him. When she pulled away, she still kept hold of one of his hands. "Let's go to the kitchen."
Nicolas gave her a tiny smile. Scared.
Miles walked slowly through the rain. The da.mned rain. He grumbled to himself, trying to hug his large, well muscled frame for warmth. How long had it been since he had last stopped? He couldn't remember. He adjusted his backpack slightly and kept walking.
(( you remember what I said about the guy demanding se.x and taking it even though the girl resists? Anyway, that will work out perfectly. If you choose the right girl.))
Lee lit up when she saw him. "Hi." She whispered, hoping he would notice her.
((Okay...I'm so nervous....))
Nicolas stared at the floor.
(( muhahaha ))
She sniffed. "Don't you want to look at me? I tried to look pretty for you so maybe you might like me." Lee whispered.
"I..." Nicolas was near crying.
They looked at each other and then glared. Then moved to stand side by side. "I want to be with you. I want to be yours. To cook with and mend books and read with. Please." Ann whispered.