Only You
My hand began to tremble, and I pushed the phone across the smooth wooden table toward her before I could talk myself out of it.
There, staring back at us with his trademark blonde cowlick, a perfectly pressed shirt, and those unmistakable, icy blue eyes, was Ben.
Username: BenB98. Bio: Looking for a little excitement outside the daily routine. Discretion is an absolute must.
The silence that settled over our table was heavy and suffocating, broken only by the clinking of silverware and the faint strumming of the Spanish guitar playing from the restaurant speakers.
Marissa didn't scream. She didn't cry. She didn't even gasp.