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My head was fuzzy, eyesight blurred as he pulled away. My fingers dug into him for support and though he lifted his mouth, his body still buffered mine.
“You guys go.” His voice was gruff over my shoulder. “We’ll meet you.”
Ben’s hand splayed over the side of my neck, his thumb sliding up beneath my chin to press against my throat. His eyes glinted with possession and something that looked a lot like anger.
“What part of final girl did you not understand?” he intoned, voice low and gravely.
“W-what?”
“Benjamin, what on earth is the meaning of this?”
His nostrils flared, the anger in his eyes sparking like flint. “I might have been silent before, baby girl, but never, ever again.”
Those soft words vibrated my chest and wrapped around my heart. He turned, tucking me into his side, anchoring his arm around me so tight it was like he thought I would run away.
“Mom, Dad. I didn’t know you were coming.”
“Obviously,” his mother said. “Is this how you behave in public all the time, Benjamin? We taught you better,”
“There isn’t anything better than this,” he said, completely decisive.
“Son—” His dad began.
Ben shook his head. “I had planned on telling you a different way, but since you showed up here out of the blue, now is as good a time as any.”
“Tell us what?”
“Jess and I are getting married.”
What? I jolted, but his grip on me was so tight no one saw me move. My eyes flew to his face, staring at his calm profile, the strength in his demeanor.
“Excuse me, what?”
“Mm,” he hummed. “I asked her a couple weeks ago. She said yes. We’re getting married. Probably before we even graduate.”
“This is absurd!” His mother erupted, throwing her hands up in the air.
His dad cleared his throat. “We didn’t even know you were dating.”
“We told you explicitly not to date her,” his mother snapped.
“You told me a lot of things over the years,” he said, not reacting to their ire at all.
But me? My heart was beating so hard I knew my ribs would be bruised, and my hands shook so terribly I could barely hold on to the crutch.
“I think it’s time I told you a few things.”
“Maybe we should go somewhere private. This is hardly the place,” his father said, face flushing like he was embarrassed.
“It doesn’t matter the place,” Ben refuted. “My words won’t change with the venue. My heart won’t be swayed.”
“Y-your heart?” His mom held her fingers to her throat like she was indeed scandalized.
“Ben,” I whispered, trying to squirm away. “This isn’t necessary.”
He made a light sound. “Isn’t necessary?” He scoffed.
Panicked, I glanced at his parents.
