Not A Dream

Arabella's POV

I eat my pride and let go of my hatred and anger for Tyler. I wanted to be happy in his arms, and I knew I had to let go of all the negativity I felt to be happy and enjoy my life with him.

I made the first move, and before he could even finish his sentence, I made the most stupid yet satisfying thing I had ever done in my entire life. I was being honest to myself. I tiptoed and kissed him; I felt so glad Ty kissed me back hungrily.

The way Tyler claimed my mouth was enough to tell me he still wanted me. We kissed for a long time, and we were both catching our breath as we let go of each other; for the first time, I saw Tyler beaming at me without sadness beneath his smile.

He was happy, and I could tell by the way he showcased his deep dimples, and I couldn't stop smiling from ear to ear, even if I could feel the tears in my eyes.

"Thank you, Ara; I didn't know what to say," he mumbled.