Finding Love

This is a little sneak peek at my new book. I hope you enjoy it.

Finding Love

Coen’s P.O.V.

I watched her work quietly. She slowly swayed to the soft melodies in the background while putting all her focus in her work. She was beautiful I thought. She had he hair pulled back into a ponytail, her hands working away as she made the pie crust. She kneaded the dough perfectly with her hands. She continued to sway and then lifted her head to find me staring.

“What?” she said nervously. She hardly ever talked when working, but when she did it was the most angelic voice I had ever heard. I could listen to her talk all day.

“Dance with me,” I said.

“Why?” I grabbed her before she could say anything else. Slowly we swayed to the music.

I held her closely, my hands on the small of her back, and hers around my neck. The soft harmony in the background was the only noise in the shop/ She laid her head on my shoulder as the next song played. She smelled of vanilla as we danced away. When she lifted her head back up she had tears in her eyes.

“Don’t cry, beautiful,” I said wiping a tear away.

“That’s the first time I had danced since my brother had passed away,” she said.

In that moment I didn’t know what else to do. I took a lose strand of her hair and tucked it behind her ear, cupped her cheek and kissed her ever so lightly. It was just a light feathered kiss, but with that small touch I was left breathless by her beauty and touch.

“Why did you do that?” she asked. I looked at her and I realized I didn’t know. She just looked so beautiful and her eyes were filled with pain and sadness. She always looked so broken down and I wanted to be the one to make her happy.

“I just wanted… um, I’m not entirely sure.” That’s all I said. I should have said more, but before I could she was gone. She ran out before I could even try to explain what I was feeling in that moment.

Olivia’s P.O.V.

He kissed me. Coen kissed me and everything I was feeling was too much. I felt breathless. I ran out to my car as quickly as I could and drove away. I’m at a stoplight now replaying it in my head. How did we go from dancing to him kissing me? Did I do something to lead him on? What exactly happened? ‘I wanted to.’ I mean I just don’t understand it. The one thing that scares me the most, more than anything right now, is that when he kissed me I felt that spark of electricity that you only hear about in books and movies. I couldn’t comprehend what I was feeling. I was breathless and nervous at the same time. I felt nauseous and as the light turned green I drove all the way to my sister’s house.

***

“Brooke, open up,” I banged on the door. It was 12:30 at night when I finally reached her house. The chance that she would actually be awake are slim, but I needed her. “Brooke!”

Finally, I see the front light turn on and hear her unlock the door. “What is the world are you doing here Olivia? It is almost 1 AM.”

“I know, but I need to stay here for a couple days. Please,” I begged her as I walked in and put my bag on the couch.

“Sure, but are you okay?” She looked worried about me, although in her defense I’ve been a bit emotionally unstable for the last year and half.

“Honestly, I don’t know. I need to talk and I needed to drive. So I drove here.”

“Well is this an ice cream talk or cheesecake talk?” she said heading to the fridge.

“Both,” I said sitting down.