Sigh, what can I say about these two? Their story has invaded me since the moment I knew I would write one about them. Beckett and Hope will be the third book in the series and is my most anticipated one to write.
My Pinterest board for them is loaded with inspiration but it was one photo in particular that inspired this scene for me. The photo at the bottom of this page melted my heart the moment I saw it. All I could see was Beckett and Hope. The way he is looking down at her took my breath away.
I hope you love this as much as me…no pun intended. 😉
Beckett + Hope = Prom
My heart dances excitedly as I traipse through the woods that surround my house, following Beckett’s directions on the map he left for me on my bed. I found it after I got home from my shift at the bakery. My guess is he snuck in and left it when he was with Parker after school.
I have no idea what he’s up to or why he wants me to meet him but I also don’t care. I only care that I get to see him.
Just the two of us.
Something that doesn’t happen often and we usually try to avoid, otherwise those accidental kisses happen. The kisses that light up my soul every time I think about them. Kisses that I crave every second of every day, even when I know they shouldn’t happen. Because the potential cause for disaster could be huge, not only for us but our families and that’s the last thing either of us want.
I push the depressing thought away as I come up to the first check point. Glancing down, I look at the map for my first clue.
Look for the stone that is as rare and beautiful as you.
With a silly smile on my face, I begin searching for it and before long I come across a soft pink stone. Picking it up, I turn it over and see my name engraved on the bottom. I curl my fingers around it then move in the direction of my second clue.
At the next stop I find a soft yellow stone with Beckett’s name on it. I don’t miss the fact that I now hold two of my favorite colors— the same as my Mama’s. Ever so gently, I blow on it, removing the dirt then hold it with the other stone before following the map again.
Eventually I make it to the next stone, a pastel green one. Bending down, I pick it up and turn it over to see the word Prom engraved on it. Hope swells in my chest, my smile growing so wide that my cheeks begin to ache.
Please let this be what I think it is.
Standing, my breath catches when I see Beck leaning against a tree with one arm behind his back, a sexy smirk gracing his handsome face.
My heart pitter patters as I make my way over to him. “What are you up to, McKay?”
“Trying to make an impression.”
Little does he know he’s made a lasting impression on my heart from the time I was a little girl.
He pushes off the tree, his one arm remaining behind his back. My steps falter when I see what’s been carved into the bark.
Beckett + Hope = Prom
I peer up at him, trying to hide the excitement that’s close to exploding from me. “What’s this?”
“What do you think it is?”
My hands move to my hips as I quirk a brow at him. “It looks like we’re going to Prom together but I don’t remember you asking me.”
He moves for me, his gait slow and easy— confident. Suddenly my back kisses the rough tree as Beckett crowds me against it. His sure eyes hold mine while his delicious scent consumes the air around us.
“Do I really need to ask, Hope?” he murmurs in that low smooth voice of his that always melts my insides to goo. “We’ve known all along that this night would be ours.”
We have always known. All because I was brave enough two years ago to tell him that I wanted to lose my virginity to him on prom night before we left for college. Before our lives will change forever and we are forced to move on with our future.
A future without each other.
“No,” I reply softly, my throat thick with emotion. “You don’t have to ask. The night is ours.”
His face dips in close, nose brushing my cheek as he looks down at me in a way that has my heart turning over in my chest. No one has ever looked at me the way he does. Like I’m his entire world.
“Stop looking at me like that,” I whisper.
“Like you want to kiss me.”
“But I do want to kiss you.”
“Beck,” I breathe his name and fist his shirt, need overriding common sense as I feel my resolve slipping.
He brings his arm out from behind his back, handing me the bundle of flowers that are still covered in dirt.
I accept them with a smile, warmth invading my chest as I bring them to my nose.
“I’ve waited for you, Hope,” he says.
My eyes snap open, locking with his warm blue ones as shock roots me to my spot.
I wondered if he had. He’s dated but never anything serious. It still ripped me apart though and it’s no one’s fault. Least of all our own.
His hand lifts to my cheek, fingers grazing as he dominates every inch of my personal space. “We might not get forever but we’ll be each other’s first, just like we were always meant to be.”
We both move at the same time. My arms lock around his neck as his mouth descends upon mine. The moment our lips touch, the earth shifts.
Lifting me off my feet, he pins me against the tree, claiming what’s always belonged to him.
How can something that feels this right potentially hurt so many people we love?
Please note the picture at the bottom of this page came from Pinterest. I do not own the copyrights. It is the photo that inspired this scene. I have no idea who took it but to whoever did…Bravo. <3