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She
had never played an instrument her whole life. But Derek did.

I laid my hand over hers. “Hey… You alright?”

She snapped to attention and turned to face me. A flicker of guilt showed in her green eyes before she squeezed my hand and smiled. “Yes. I’m great.”

“Be here with me, Sofia.”
Not back at The Shade. With him.

She responded to my statement with bewilderment. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

Her fingers caressed the line of my jaw. I hated how I barely felt her touch. No other girl had ever made me ache with so much longing as she did. When her soft lips rested on the corner of my lips, I took advantage and twisted my neck toward her for a full kiss. If there was one thing I shared with her that I could completely feel and fully enjoy, it was the kisses.

I could sense her surprise. She meant only to give me a quick peck, but she must’ve already noticed over the past few days that casual smacks rarely ever satisfied me. I wanted more, demanded more, and it pleased me when she responded, just like she was doing then.

Unlike the kisses I had shared with Tanya, Sofia’s kiss didn’t bring about visions of Claudia and her appetite for breaking and humiliating me.

“Rose Red and Prince Charming are at it again!” Conno
r announced with a soft chuckle. He was the first person I had confided in about how I felt for Sofia. That was way back in our freshman year of high school.

I laughed, pulling my lips away from
Sofia’s. We both realized that the other two couples in the limo had their eyes on us. “Sorry about that,” I grinned. I eyed Sofia, noting how her cheeks took on a crimson blush. “I couldn’t help myself.”

“Don’t worry…” Connor casually waved a hand at us. “After all these years of trying to convince yourselves and the rest of us that you two are
just friends
, we can’t really blame you for not being able to help making out whenever you get the chance. You have a lot of time to make up for.”

“Didn’t Snow White end up with Prince Charming?” Alyssa, Connor’s date, asked. She gave
Sofia a quick glance before looking at me. “Not Rose Red?”

I couldn’t blame her if she detested me. She and Tanya were pretty close friends. What I didn’t like was
her taking her animosity out on Sofia. I shrugged. “No idea.”

“Rose Red ends up with the brother of Prince Charming actually,”
Sofia informed us, her teasing eyes set on me. “Do you have a brother hidden somewhere?”

Before I could come up with a proper response, Alyssa crossed her arms over her chest. This time, her disdainful glare was fixed on
Sofia. “I think there’s a variation of the story where Rose Red ends up with the Beast.”

Alyssa couldn’t have possibly known how close to home her jibes were
coming. Annoyed at her, I kept my eyes on Sofia. I tucked strands of her auburn hair behind her ear before responding. “I can be Prince Charming or his brother… or even the beast. I’ll be whoever I have to be for Sofia to end up with me.”

I watched the rosy pink glow drain out of
Sofia’s cheeks as her emerald eyes met mine. Questioning. Hesitant. Afraid. I had no idea how to assure her, how to let her know that I was serious about her.
Hopefully, after tonight, she’ll know...

I was relieved when we finally reached the venue, eager to get away from the others and have
Sofia to myself. Prom went on just as well as anyone would expect. I was crowned prom king and had to pry myself away from Sofia for a quick dance with Tanya, who won prom queen.

When I returned for
Sofia, I found her sitting at one of the tables, absent-mindedly sketching something on a paper napkin. Connor bumped into me before I could reach her.

“Looks like Rose Red has eyes only for you. A bunch of guys already asked her to dance and she declined them all.”

I reached her table and extended my hand toward her.

“One last dance,
Sofia?”

She covered her sketch with her palm, crumpled the paper napkin and stuffed it in the small purse she was carrying. She took my hand and I led her to the dance floor. She rested her hands over my shoulders and my hands found their way to her waist. I never could quite get over how small her waist was. My hands came
nearly fully around it.

“Having a
good time?”

“Yes.” She nodded.

“Right…” I rolled my eyes. “You’re lying.”

She laughed. “Okay, fine… I never even imagined myself attending prom. You know me. This isn’t exactly my scene. Too many people, too much noise…”

“Then why’d you come?”

The rosy pink glow returned to her pale freckled cheeks. “Because you wanted to be here…” She then looked down at her o
utfit and gave me a pout. “And this dress is too pretty to waste.”

“Wanna get out of here?” I suggested.

Her brows furrowed at me in question. “You sure you want to go home this early?”

“Who said anything about going home?” I held her hand. “Come on. I have a surprise for you.”

We left the hall and made our way to the parking lot where my black pick-up was waiting. I asked one of the sophomores on the football team to drive it there after we left the house to go to prom.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“You’ll see.” It took about half an hour to reach Los Angeles. From there, we drove another few miles up the Angeles Crest Highway to a spot overlooking the Los Angeles basin. “This place would actually be better if we came before sunset, but I guess the starry night will have to do.”

She chuckled. “I just hope we can
still see stars past the smog.”

I parked the pick-up so that the tail was facing the view of the city. I removed the canopy covering the back and switched on a flashlight to reveal a blanket, a bunch of pillows and a picnic basket. Just seeing that radiant smile on her face made all the effort worth it.

She began fixing the pillows over the edge of the truck so that we could both find a comfortable position. “We’re so overdressed for something like this,” she commented.

“Who cares? We both look incredible.”

“I’ll never get used to how modest you are, Ben.”

“People who look like me have no need of modesty.” I opened the picnic basket and brought out the candles, spreading them
along the edge of the truck. I tossed her the matches. “Light them up, beautiful.”

By the time she was done lighting the candles, I
had already taken out the champagne, the bowl of strawberries and the melted chocolate. She started giggling about something.

When I gave her a questioning look, she explained, “Look at all these candles. I’m just wondering when fire hazards like this started to become romantic.”

“So you find this romantic?” I raised a brow at her.

“Yeah, but don’t let that
go to your head. I’m pretty easy to please.”

“Easy? You think it was easy to set all this up? Do you have any idea how difficult it was to put this together and keep it secret from you
and
mom?”

The delight on her face faded at the mention of my mother.

“Sofia, you do understand why we can’t tell my mom yet, right? I don’t think we’re ready to deal with all the drama that it would cause, and…”

“Yeah, I understand, Ben,” she cut me off. “Don’t worry about it.”

I opened up the champagne and we drank and ate dessert. We then eased into a comfortable silence, our focus being the view.

When she
finally broke the silence, I wish she hadn’t.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you a question, Ben…”

I could immediately sense her hesitation.

“While you were set
ting up the food, I tapped you on the back to get your attention. You didn’t respond. That’s happened so many times already. When you got beat up, I kept on accidentally brushing my hand or arm or whatever against your bruises and against your gash and you never once flinched…” Her voice was laced with concern that made me ache. “Why is that?”

I didn’t want to talk about it, didn’t want to admit
to it, but it was out there. “I think Claudia messed up my nervous system or something… I’m not sure what she did. All I know is that my sense of touch has been dulled.”

“Ben… I…”

I didn’t want her pity. I’d had enough of feeling sorry for myself. “It’s why I want to join the hunters, Sofia. I don’t want to go through life pretending that I can go back to normal. Claudia took that away from me.”

Her silence was enough of an answer. I doubt
ed anything I could say would convince her that she ought to join the hunters. One mention of Claudia was enough to ruin my mood. My using my story as leverage to convince Sofia to join the hunters was enough to ruin hers.

“Let’s get out of here.” I suggested. “I have one surprise left.”

“Let’s.” She agreed.

We drove back to the city. I had hotel reservations. Without
Sofia’s knowledge, I already told my parents that we were going to go to a big slumber party with our friends, so they weren’t expecting us home that night.

I didn’t know what I was expecting. Perhaps it was a desperate attempt to assure myself that she was mine. I thought that maybe if we slept together, it would be harder for her to leave me.

The moment I opened that hotel room’s door, revealing the rose petals scattered all over the bed and the dim lighting, and I saw the expression on her face, I knew I had made a huge mistake.

She shook her head. “I’m not ready for this, Ben. I’m sorry…” Her voice revealed that she was close to tears. Her hand was clutching her purse, trembling
slightly.

“It’s fine. I understand.” I lied. “We don’t have to do it. It’s enough to be able to spend the night with you.”

I pulled her to my chest and hugged her. We kissed. Still, I couldn’t help but feel like she was slipping out of my grasp.

I spent the night
looking at her as she slept.
So peaceful. So beautiful.
I wondered if her calm countenance would eventually become marred by another nightmare. I wondered what horrors her fitful dreams involved. Was I in them? Was
he
in them? I wondered if she still thought about
him.
I wondered if I had somehow ruined what I was trying to build with her with the stupid stunt I tried to pull tonight.

Most of all, I wondered if she would ever truly be mine.

The stadium was beginning to fill up with people. A collective sense of excitement could be felt throughout the bleachers. On one side, several of the school’s alumni – former football players themselves – were men being men, screaming and hollering, rooting for their team. The cheerleaders were doing what they did best and pulling off a brand new and rather impressive routine. On the bleachers above us, more than a dozen or so conversations were being exchanged – one of which was Lyle and Amelia’s as they gushed over how wonderful it was that Ben was once again back in the game.

Ben was the only reason I was there. I never was a fan of the game and didn’t really take the time to understand it. For the most part, I
only understood what was going on during games because of the very helpful information the scoreboard provided.

While others around me were getting impatient for the game to start, I was looking forward to
it ending – hopefully with Ben’s team coming out as the winners, so that I wouldn’t have to deal with him being a sore loser.

“Where’s Abby?” Amelia
tugged on the sleeve of my cardigan.

“I thought she was with Lyle…” Lyle, after all, was the one who carried her to our seats.

“He went out for food. He told me Abby was with you. You were supposed to be watching her.”

I looked at the seat beside me. Abby’s stuffed elephant, Colin, was seated where the five-ye
ar-old was supposed to be. I felt panic bubble up inside me. “I’ll look for her.” I assured Amelia, before leaving my seat and weaving through the bleachers in search of the little girl. “Abby!”

“
Sofia!” A male voice called out.

I whipped
around to see where the voice was coming from. I sighed with relief when I saw Abby seated on the lap of Kendra James. Her husband, Mike, was calling my name. They were Connor’s parents and close friends of the Hudsons.

“Abby, you scared us to death!” I exclaimed as I neared them.

“I thought you said you asked permission before coming to us,” Kendra scolded Abby in a tone that was too light and sweet to make the kid take it seriously.

Abby flashed her winning smile, her curly blonde ponytail bobbing up and down as she began bouncing on Kendra’s la
p. She fluttered her eyelashes in a way that reminded me of her older brother. She then shrugged and giggled. “I did. Sofia just didn’t hear me.”

I rolled my eyes.
The kid could get away with murder if she got any cuter.
Mike and Kendra were particularly fond of Abby, largely because they had four sons, of whom Connor was the youngest, and no daughters. Kendra was thrilled when Amelia asked her to become Abby’s godmother. They adored the cute little runt and I couldn’t blame them. Abby was a charmer just like Ben.