Isabelle and the Beast (Once Upon a RomCom, #2)

by Marie Soleil

Visions of Isabelle, her face glowing in delight as she pelted me with snowballs—well, attempted to pelt me with snowballs—kept appearing in my dreams. In one iteration, I pulled her by the waist, her warm body against mine, and pressed my lips to hers. I’m clearly going insane.

“Oh!” I laugh out loud. “No. I don’t have a boyfriend. No one wants to date a girl who bursts into show tunes at any time of day.” Brigette waves me off. “I highly doubt that.”

I pivot slightly to face her, lift my hand, and run my fingers up her arm, reveling in the softness of her skin. She sucks in a breath, and my hand reaches her shoulder…then her neck…then wraps around the back of her head.

“You make me feel human again,”

“Why are they just watching us?” I ask. “I asked them to let us have this first dance,” Adam replies. “Like a wedding,” I say with a smile, then immediately regret my words. Did I just bring up a wedding with Adam Stone? But he doesn’t seem fazed, and he just grins down at me. “Like a wedding,” he confirms. Be still, my heart.