The collective sounds of gasps and murmurs echoed around the room; their eyes widened. I felt my breath hitch in my throat, the sharp smell of vanilla burning my nostrils. The burn of his fingers was the only thing keeping me from collapsing on the floor. Goosebumps prickled along the skin of my arms, body feeling putty in his hold. 

Isabella's hand flew to her mouth, face whitening as she stared at me. My best friend appeared too shocked to process anything but ...