The sudden movement scared them half to death. Bonnie nearly screamed as Lawrence swiftly shoved her behind him protectively.
Once their eyes adjusted, they realized it was Ned.
A thoroughly exhausted Ned, sporting massive dark circles under his eyes.
They both exhaled sharply. Bonnie stepped out from behind Lawrence, exasperated. "Ned, what are you..."
"Bonnie, can you go get Helen for me?" he pleaded weakly. "She won't answer my calls, and she blocked my number."
Knowing the two were just having a dramatic spat over nothing serious, she wasn't going to turn him away.
Under his desperate gaze, she dialed her friend. The call connected instantly, and Ned's eyes immediately welled with tears.
Bonnie relayed the message. There was a long pause on the other end before Helen shrieked, "Tell him to stay right there!"
Saying a silent prayer for him, Bonnie offered some gentle advice. "Whatever happens, you can't throw around the word 'breakup'."
"She's been a wreck the past few days. She won't leave the room, she barely eats, and she's been crying her eyes out over you. How could you hurt her like that?"
Ned obviously hated seeing his girlfriend in pain, but he felt immensely wronged. "When did I ever say that? She's the one who brought it up! She told me if I couldn't trust her, we should just end it! All I did was yell back, 'Fine, let's break up then!'"
Bonnie was rendered absolutely speechless by the sheer stupidity of the situation. Catching sight of Helen storming out of the building in a puffy winter coat, she shot her a quick glance, grabbed Lawrence's hand, and dragged him away.
"That's not what I meant..." she mumbled.
"Then what is it? Just say it." He brought her hand to his lips and bit softly at her knuckles, leaning in for a kiss. She slapped her hand over his mouth to stop him.
A hot flush spread across her cheeks. She was too embarrassed to say it out loud, her gaze darting everywhere but his face. Amused, his voice rumbled muffled against her palm. "What's going through that head of yours, baby?"
His warm breath tickled her skin. She pulled her hand away and draped her arms around his neck instead. They were a long way off from going all the way, but they had shared intense moments. What was the harm in just asking?
Summoning all her courage, she leaned in and whispered a few words against his ear, her voice dropping lower with every syllable.
That finally clicked. His hands tightened around her slender waist as a massive wave of excitement crashed over him. He was starting to realize that beneath her icy, unapproachable exterior was a fiercely passionate heart.

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