What A Feeling

Becca sets the bottle of wine and plate of cookies on the table. She flips the switch that floods the balcony with hundreds of tiny lights.
Perfect.
She checks herself in the mirror, and does a quick check of the bedroom. Returning to the balcony, she waits.

“Wow, I didn’t think it was possible, but I think you look even more beautiful with a bit of Ireland behind ya.” Niall says.
Becca grins as he walks towards her. “I could make a naughty comment, but I’m going to resist. I’m trying to be all romantic right now.”
Niall laughs. “Ya are, are ya?”
“Yes, isn’t it obvious? I mean the wine, the cookies, and I’m not wearing anything sports related.”
He grins, taking in the blue dress that brings out her eyes. “Um, isn’t that Dodger blue?” Niall teases.
Becca looks down. “Damn. Apparently everything in my wardrobe is sports related.”
He moves in close. “Don’t worry, Darling, that’s a good thing.”
The fact that he’s so close, looking so handsome, has her flustered.
“I...I brought some wine.” She says.
Niall looks at the table. “Yes, and cookies, very romantic.” He teases.
“I was going to light some candles, but I thought they might clash with the lights.” Becca rambles.
“B, why are you so nervous? It’s just me.”
She puts a hand on his chest, swallowing hard. “Niall, some things have changed for me on this trip.”
“Good changes, I hope.”
She smiles. “Yes. I’ve always had a wall around my heart.”
“I did notice that.” He teases.
“I’m really sorry I was so hard on you, Niall. It’s just no one else ever tried so hard to break through.”
She pauses, moving her hands to rest on his shoulders. Looking up into his eyes. “And I’ve never felt so drawn to someone before, even though I fought it for so long.”
Niall places his hands on her waist. “Does that mean you’re done fighting? Done
fighting us?”
“I don’t know how you did it, Niall, but you managed to tear my wall down.”
He grins.
“And yes, I’m done fighting my feelings.”
Reaching into the pocket of her dress, she pulls out a small item wrapped in tissue. She hands it to Niall.”
“What’s this?”
She grins. “Open it.”
He opens the tissue, looking up at her. “A bracelet.”
She smiles. “A friendship bracelet.”
Niall grins. “Like when you said we should just be friends, and I told you I needed matching friendship bracelets?”
Becca smirks. “I was thinking of the other time.”
He thinks for a moment. “Oh, the day we played baseball. So you want to be friends with benefits?”
Do I detect a bit of disappointment in those baby blues of his?
Becca grins, lifting the long sleeve of her dress to reveal a matching bracelet.
Niall smiles.
She moves in close, quietly telling him. “No, I want more.”

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