Even though my mom told me not to recite any embarrassing stories of Benny in front of his girl . . .

I had to at least tell one story.

I mean, I had to tell the story of when Brian thought he was funny and bought him a sex toy and Ben opened in front of my mom and Brian's family. Ben is not a guy who gets embarrassed easily. Being captain of the football team plays a great part to that. But that time, his cheeks got so red you would think he had blusher on.

Victoria almost choked on laughing, even more so when I showed her the video that Brian sent to me when he filmed Ben's reaction without him knowing. Ben was so mad, one because he didn't even know this video existed. Two, because I showed it to his girlfriend. He tackled me to the floor and tried to grab my phone, which was useless because Brian has it in his phone and on a flash drive. Good thing I'm used to Ben's attacks and dodged him the best I can.

Suffice to say, he made an even bigger fool of himself than I did.

Victoria even had the courage to ask if he kept the gift. This was the second time his cheeks turned this red. Although we are open about sex around each other, my mom and I didn't want to know if he kept it and what he and V may or may not do with it.

Mom wanted me to bring Luca with me, but he said he had other plans and I didn't press. She wants to invite him for a proper meet-the-parent-dinner. I told her to do it after I turn in my designs in less than two weeks. This way I will focus my mind on the dinner and not on my deadline.

I haven't seen Luca in two days. He has an interview he's been busy preparing for, and I am trying to make the most of my free time working on my designs. I don't want to stress myself and do everything last minute. If everything goes according to plan and with no complications, I should be done a couple of days before the deadline.

I'm really proud of this collection. In the beginning I had some troubles coming up with ideas, but I'm happy with what I've come up with. The clothing pieces are simple yet intricate. I payed more attention to little details rather than trying to invent the next fashion trend. The skirts have a lot of layers and they are fluffy to resemble Luca's curls. I'm most excited about the suit that I made. The jacket has a lot of unique patterns and the little bow is like the cherry on top. The little doodles that I did, when I was trying to come up with ideas, will be in the background when the models walk wearing the finished product.

My phone goes off in my room and I wash my hands to remove flour that's stuck to my fingers. I had taken a break and make a batch of cookies.

The ringing stops, but after a second it goes off again. I rush to my room and frown when I see Luca's name. He is supposed to be on his way for his interview. It is eighty percent of the final grade, so it's pretty important to not be late.

"Hey, Luca."

"Can you come?" His voice is urgent so I make no joke about what he just said.

"Why? What's wrong?" My heart starts beating faster.

"Just please come to my room." My mind goes a hundred miles per minute with different scenarios.

Is he hurt? Maybe he fell and can't get up anymore. Oh god. I hope he's fine.

"Bella, please." He chokes out, and I rush toward the living room.

"I'll be there in two minutes."

He hangs up and I curse when I see that I'm barefoot. I see Sara's sandals near the door and hurriedly put them on. People look at me with confused expressions as to why I'm running on campus. I don't care what anyone's thinking, I just want to see if Luca is fine.

My hand is up to knock on his door, but it flings open before it makes contact. My eyes scan his body for any sign is injury. There's none.

He's fine.

He's fine.

"Luca, what is it?" I close the door behind me and look at him. His breathing is erratic and his hands are tugging at the roots of his hair.

"I'm freaking out! I was—she told me—there was—last minute,"

He's mumbling incoherent words. Shit. What's happening? What am I supposed to do?

Is this a panic attack? Or maybe anxiety attack. I don't know the difference between them. And he never mentioned having a problem.

Get yourself together, Isabella!

"Luca, look at me. Breathe!" He starts mumbling again and his chest is moving up and down rapidly and now I'm also breathing fast and I don't know what to do.

I have to stay calm; I tell myself.

"Come on, let's sit." I tug at his hand to steer him to the couch, but he stays rooted in his place. His hands are shaking in my own. "Luca, look at me." When he does I take an exaggerated breath and raise my eyebrows so he imitates me. I put my hands on his shoulders and my eyes suddenly want to release tears when his entire body trembles under my fingers. I put some pressure on them and he glides downs and sits on the floor with me on my knees in front of him.

"Breathe! In your nose... good. Now out your mouth." I nod at him and repeat the breathing motion. After a couple of times, his breathing seems to get more steady. "You want some water?" He shakes his head. My hand rubs up and down his upper arms, trying to make him relax.

"It's okay. I'm here." I say in a soft voice.

He uncrosses his arms from around his legs and hugs me tightly, nuzzling my neck. I whisper in his ear that I'm here, that I'm not going, and that it is fine. All the while, my hands are rubbing his back in a reassuring way.

"Better now?" After taking a deep breath, I feel his head nod against my neck. He pulls away and gives me a needy kiss. He's probably going to be late for his interview, but I'll give him another minute to pull himself together.

"Can you drive me?" He asks with a hoarse voice. I nod and stand up, holding his hand to take him with me. He gives me his car keys from his front pocket of his dress pants, then we walk to the parking lot. My hand squeezes his every couple seconds, and he squeezes it back.

I want to ask what was wrong, but he'll tell me when he's ready.

He opens the driver's door and motions for me to sit. I peck his lips then comply.

"Go on the free way already while I put in the address." He tells me after getting in the car. He pulls out his phone and starts messing with it.

"Are you feeling alright?" I ask after he sets his phone in the middle. Glancing at him, he has his head downward, fumbling with his fingers. I reach out and squeeze his hand. "Hey!"

"I didn't want you to see me like that."

"It's okay. It's not a big deal."

"It's just that I was already nervous about this interview, then Leslie called and told me they're asking another set of questions that I didn't prepare for, and I freaked out."

"Does this happen a lot?" I want to know if this is a problem so that I know what to do if it happens again.

"No. Rarely. Only when I have something big or important. But never like this."

"Well, you're okay now. And I trust that you'll do amazing in the interview." I give his hand a squeeze, then remove it to change gear. The rest of the ride is silent and I don't try to make conversation, wanting to give him a moment to recollect himself before his interview.

"Good luck, baby." After I've parked the car, I lean in and peck his lips. When I pull away, he grabs the back of my head for another longing kiss then gets out and walks to the building where his I interview will be held.

For the last thirty minutes, while he's having his infamous interview, I've been researching what just happened with Luca. From what it looked like, it was an anxiety attack. The internet says that I did good with comforting him. It says that people with anxiety disorder are constantly worried, tense and on edge. They have trouble concentrating. I've seen Luca work, and he doesn't seem to get distracted easily—unless I press my bare chest to his face—other than that that I've never noticed that he's tense.

Maybe I should've payed closer attention...

What might have triggered today's episode is that he has an important interview, but he has had other important exams and assignments, and he never behaved like today.

Shit. Did this happen before? He said this is the first time it's this severe. But that doesn't mean it never happened to him while we've been together. Maybe he never called me before so I wouldn't see him in that condition.

I also searched what to do when someone is having an anxiety attack. It's important to stay calm and not worry them even further. The internet says it's important to tell them that what they're feeling will pass and it's only temporarily. It is crucial to remind them to take deep breaths as a symptom of an anxiety attack is shortness of breath and hyperventilating. They suggest having a simple conversation with them to distract them.

The passenger door opens and when I turn to face him, I'm met with his lips on mine and his hands cupping my face. I can feel him smile against my lips and that makes me smile. He's fine. The interview went well.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

He shrugs and connects his lips to mine again.

"So it went well?"

"Yeah." He lets out a relieved sigh. "They asked questions I already went over with my friends." He shakes his head with a chuckle.

"That's good."

"I'm just happy it's finally over." Glancing to my right, I see him leaning his head on the headrest, a soft smile on his face and his eyes closed.

God, I love him so much.

After getting out of the parking lot of the building where he had his interview, I see a sign for a closed parking lot after driving for a couple minutes. So I take a right instead of going straight. I feel Luca looking at me, but I ignore him until I'm parked under a tree at the very end of the parking lot. Pressing the button to push his seat backwards, I unbuckle my seatbelt and do the same to him.

"What are you doing?"

I don't answer him, instead I sit on my knees and start unbuckling his belt. The smile that was lingering on his plump is gone when he figures out what I'm doing. When his belt is undone, I work on the zipper and button, while looking at him through my lashes.

"Bella..."

I tug his dress shirt out of his pants, then pull at the hem of his pants. He lifts his hips and I pull his pants down enough to make his cock spring out. He's hard and ready for me to have him in my mouth.

My hand rubs him a bit and my thumb smears the liquid on the head, making him let out a hiss. His expression is so sexy and beautiful. He looks like he's in pure ecstasy and I haven't put him in my mouth yet.

I lick a path from the very base all the way to the top, and then I swirl my tongue on the head. The muscles in his lower stomach flex with every lick of my tongue. Mmm, this is so good.

After teasing him for a bit, I finally wrap my lips around him. I can't put him all the way in because damn, he's big. The numbers of blowjobs that I've given can be counted on both my hands. I don't usually enjoy it and only do it because I feel like I need to repay the favor in some way.

With Luca, though, it's different. I want to have him in my mouth, hearing the sounds he makes from what I'm doing to him is so empowering. Since the first time we didn't use a condom, I've wanted to taste him.

"Shit, baby. This is so good." I look up at him and hollow my cheeks, then release him with a pop. He gathers my hair and pulls them away from my face to have a better look. "You're so beautiful."

I've always wanted to try something to see if guys like but was afraid because I heard not many people like it. But I feel like he will tell me if he does or doesn't, so I scrape my teeth just barely while moving my mouth up on his length.

"Fuck!" His grip on my hair tightens. "Do it again." And I comply. Again and again. Every time I do it, his hips thrust upward, and he makes the most sexy and manly sound ever.

"Baby, I'm close." He warns, but I don't release him. I want to have him come in my mouth, taste him on my tongue.

After another scrape of my teeth, he jerks upwards and comes in spurts on my tongue. The salty liquid runs down my throat and I swallow it all. Fuck, this is so dirty and erotic.

I clean my mouth with the back of my hand and watch the sated features of his face. He opens his eyes after a second, grabs my face with his hands and gives me a deep kiss, not caring that he can taste himself on my lips.

My panties are so wet it's getting uncomfortable.

"That was amazing. Where did you learn to do that?" He looks bewildered. I just smirk and shrug my shoulders. His lips smash with mine again.

He looks completely relaxed and at ease, and I'm more than happy that no signs of his earlier anxiety is present.

I want him to always look this happy.

I want to always be with him in case he's ever nervous or anxious, so I can make him feel good again. I never want to see him sad. Only happy.

I'm so in love with him.

And that thought didn't make me feel scared.

It's freeing somehow. It excites me.