Bea's POV
Looking at Josh, surrounded by all these people who care about me, I realise that I love him. Like, really love him.
Anyway, back to the "I have something to tell you" moment. I can practically feel the tension in the room as I clear my throat. "Josh, there's something I need to say."
He's all ears, looking at me like I'm about to drop a bombshell. I take a deep breath and spill my guts out – about how I was scared he'd break my heart, how I wanted to be with him without all the confusion of an open relationship. I'm baring my soul here, and he responds with a flirty quip.
"Guess I'll have to cancel those plans with Melanie," he says, that mischievous grin playing on his lips.
I laugh, unable to resist the infectious charm he's always had. And then, without hesitation, I lean in and kiss him. It's this sweet, tender moment, like something out of a romance movie, and I feel like the luckiest girl in the world.