Falling Awake (Unbreakable #2)

Eric:

“Dove, it’s been already thirty minutes and one second. Come on, don’t torture me anymore.”

I think I begged, I literally beseeched, wrapping a warm blanket around her. I heard her soft snort as she looked somewhere into the distance. And I couldn’t help but smile. I assumed it was because of this blanket I´d managed to buy.

And her new cap.

And the guitar too.

And probably a little because of my teasing when I was trying to get her to talk.

But no, I couldn’t omit any of those things. As soon as we got up to the cliff, the wind picked up, and if I didn’t obtain those things, she would be pretty cold.

Not that I minded, I couldn’t say that. On contrary, I appreciated that she didn’t care about my money. Well…, at first. Most girls would let me buy them expensive gifts, but she simply didn’t. With my Princess, it always had to go the harder way. Sometimes she really made me reach the end of my tether when I wanted to please her somehow. And fine, at first, I understood that. But now, I was no stranger to her anymore. I could already claim the right to give her at least small presents, right?

After all, it wasn’t like Bentley I´d given to Tamara!

The corners of my lips twitched, when I imagined how Lara would react if I gave such a gift to her. I guess she would pull my skin off. Alive. However, I rather suppressed the laughter.

I sat on one of the wooden swings we came across and pulled her to me. She obeyed, she sat on my lap. Yet, it wasn’t quite ideal, I needed to feel her closer to me.

I wrapped my arms around her to hold her. I took her into my arms and then I died and woke up in paradise as she snuggled up to me and laid her head on my shoulder. Still, it wasn’t enough, I wasn’t happy until I found her hand. Only then did I have everything I wanted when our fingers intertwined.

There was a wonderful view of the vast sea and an even larger sky in front of us. Rocks, being washed with restless water and a lighthouse that towered alone in the middle of them. And despite the beauty ahead of me, I couldn’t look anywhere else but at the girl who refused to look back at me.

I put my feet on the ground and then released them to rock her.

“I didn’t consider it important,” I simply admitted. Although it was questionable whether she would accept it as an apology. “I learned to play a few instruments. It used to be my hobby, but that’s it. Somehow I didn’t find it as interesting information to share.”

Oh, finally!

My Princess looked up at me. She narrowed her eyes as she studied me inquisitively, and I just couldn’t stand it anymore. I had to hear her voice again.

“Quid pro quo, Dove?” I suggested our little game. I knew she wanted to know lot of things, and I was determined to give her as many answers as possible. However, they couldn’t harm or endanger her in any way. But my Dove just laughed.

Very sarcastically.

“Nothing like that, Eric,” she vehemently rejected my offer. “Since the day we’ve known each other, you made me tell you all sorts, even pretty awkward stories about me. And I don’t know anything about you! Dammit, I don’t even know where you’re from.”

What?

“Alright. What about at least one question,” I didn’t plan to give up so easily. “I will answer anything I can, and in return I want just one question for me. As a reward. Or a motivation.”

She looked at me suspiciously, while thinking about my request. It was an advantageous, a very advantageous offer. For someone impartial. But my Princess already knew better. She knew I wouldn’t ask something trivial. She knew I would think it through too. She was a clever girl.

“Okay,” she finally exhaled, and I opened my mouth in surprise. I really heard it; it was a clear agreement that came out of her mouth.

Damn, I’ll give it my best shot this time!

“I was born here,” I answered her previous question. And then I got stuck. “I mean, not here as here, but at home ...”

Fuck… What ...?

Am I blabbering?

What the hell?

I got completely stuck hearing her soft laughter. I was blabbering, I seriously was. Suddenly, I sounded insecure even to myself.

Well, this is gonna be fun.

At least for her.

“Jessica said you moved in…,” she began.

“Rather moved back in,” I cleared it up. “Some time after my mom’s death, Will and I decided to travel. To live here and there for a while and then we kinda wanted to go home again.”

Somehow like that. And Jessica can´t remember any of it. Except my return. Yeah, you better don’t say that out loud.

“When is your birthday, anyway?” she asked another question. Another question that threw me off balance without a doubt.

Great!

This won’t be so funny after all.

“Um, I ...”

Damn, calm down and don’t lie to her! She asked when your birthday is, she didn’t want to see your birth certificate.

“December 18th?”

Um, was that a question?

“I was born on December 18th,” I corrected myself immediately. I really hoped this sounded much more believable.

Plus or minus two days.

I froze under the look in which she captured me, making me realize that I had probably screwed up with that uncertainty I´d answered her with.

It´s not quite normal when someone doesn’t remember their birthday…, is it...?

“So, you’ve already celebrated it,” she said softly. And I couldn’t believe my own ears, as her voice sounded disappointed. “And I wasn’t there.”

What?

Does she feel sorry for not celebrating with me?

For heaven´s sake!

I swear to God, she was the best girl in the world!

“Don’t worry about it, Dove,” I didn’t hesitate to kiss her on her forehead, “I’m not celebrating birthdays anyway.”

For a fucking long time.

“What about your childhood?”

She froze, the Princess in my arms stiffened exactly at that moment when her next question came out of her mouth. I could recognize it, she got scared. She regretted asking because of my mom, because of my parents, and I couldn’t be more grateful that she didn’t want to force me to talk about that. Well, yes, I could tell her the story again, but it was very questionable if it would be a good idea. For now.

“What about Jamie? Where is he? Do you still keep in touch with him?”

Jamie?

Fuck!

Is there something I can normally talk to her about at all?

I wished, I so fucking wished Jamie hadn’t come to her mind, that it hadn’t occurred her. Yet there it was, she said his name aloud and now, she could watch in detail my reaction which I wasn’t able to stop. And the curiosity in her eyes turned into compassion, perhaps a bit of despair. Only then did I realize my frown eyebrows, stiffened body, and her hand, which I was squeezing in my palm firmly.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry, I had no idea.”

How could she have an idea?!

After all, I’m not telling her anything!

“Don’t apologize, Dove,” I sighed heavily, leaning my forehead against hers. Because it was soothing me, because I could smell her scent. The grip of her hand tightened. I knew she was letting me know that even though she said nothing, she wanted to be close to me. And I really appreciated it.

“What do you want to do tonight?” she asked, sounding suddenly suspiciously cute.

There was a fascinating view of old rocks and wild sea in front of us, yet it was still and only her I needed to look at. Just her face… Good heavens! I had no clue; I didn’t understand how I could be so lucky that I´d met her at all. It was absolutely clear to me that she wanted to distract me with her question. She wanted to cheer me up, she wanted to make up for her reminder of Jamie. So, I wouldn’t think about him anymore.

“I was stupid,” I said to her before I would change my mind. “I was immensely stupid and stubborn.”

My words surprised her, her raised eyebrows told me. But she didn’t say a word, she gave me space and opportunity to either talk further or change the subject.

“When we were boys, I took care of him, I already told you that. But when we grew up, the tide turned,” I shook my head at what I was about to do. But such a weird feeling in me… I don’t know. I wanted to tell her, I wanted her to know.

“I was already without my mother, while he was raised by five women. In the end, he was much more responsible than I could ever be.”

She held her breath, and I must have taken a deep breath. I tried to look away, but her tiny hand made me face her again as she hugged my face with it. I needed her touch. I really needed it at that moment.

“I went to a place where I didn’t suppose to go, and I knew it very well. Little did I know that Jamie was watching over me. I begged him not to follow me. But he disobeyed me, he did it anyway. I guess he wanted to protect me. I was the one who made a very stupid mistake. He was the one who paid for it in the end.”

I closed my eyes, I had to close my eyes as I could no longer stare at her. As I could no longer face my conscience.

“I practically killed him.”

The silence that prevailed between us lasted forever. Ages and ages, eras. Before I felt the gentle touch of her fingers caress my face.

“Look at me.”

I didn’t want to.

I didn’t want to see if she changed her mind about me and didn’t want anything to do with me anymore. I didn’t want to know if she didn’t change her mind about me and she just felt sorry and compassion instead.

But I reluctantly obeyed, only to find out that my Princess didn’t go for none of these options.

“Eric,” she whispered softly, “I want you to answer my question honestly. I want you to give me the most honest answer.”

To say I was scared?

Terribly.

Dammit!

“If you had been in Jamie´s shoes,” she began, not taking her eyes off me, “and he had been the one who had done something silly, would you have gone after him? Would you have wanted to protect him? Would you have cared about him, even if you had known, that it could end like this?”

I didn’t need a single second to think about it. I gave her the most honest answer which she demanded from me: “Without hesitation.”

She watched me, she studied my reaction, and then her beautiful smile took my breath away.

“Then don’t blame yourself,” she whispered.

I opened my mouth to protest. It was my fault after all! But she didn’t let me. “I told you that you can´t force someone to love you,” she reminded me of her words from a few days ago. “Just exactly as you can’t force them not to love you.”

I was holding my Princess in my arms. I was staring into her face, and suddenly, I understood what she was trying to explain to me.

I was holding my Princess in my arms, I was looking into her face, and suddenly, I didn’t understand why someone like her was putting up with someone like me.

There were so many things she´d already taught me. She was seventeen, stupid seventeen years old, yet she knew something like that. Unlike me.

“What if I hurt them?” I had to ask. “How could someone love me when I gave them a reason to hate me?”

Why should you forgive me after what I´ve done?

“You once told me about your dream girl, remember?” Her question surprised me. The fact that she didn’t forget about it too. I just nodded quietly, guessing where she was heading with it.

“So now, try to imagine that you’ve already met her. That you’ve already found her. And try to imagine that she somehow hurt you. Could you hate her for that?”

Damn!

No.

No, I couldn’t.

Never.

“Dove,” I muttered. However, I still didn’t suppress the smile on my face. “How come you always know what to say to make me feel better? To cheer me up?”

She laughed softly, but she didn’t reply. Instead, she asked again: “How come you´ve never met anyone who would make you fall in love?”

She looked back at me. Yet her gaze dropped immediately anyway. But it was enough for me to notice the confusion in her eyes. And a curiosity as well.

“You know, when you told me about her,” she began, “when you described a woman you could love, I… I sincerely envied her at that little moment.”

What?

“Just because I know, I’ll never find someone who would talk about me at least half as beautifully as you did about her. And you don’t even know her yet.”

Fuck what?

She laughed again, but it was a very uncertain laugh. And she looked away again. Anywhere, but not at me.

“How come you can imagine her in detail even though you’ve never felt it? Even though you’ve never been in love?”

I took a breath to answer, but no, I didn’t know what to tell her. Because the truth was, I had never thought about it before. Until she asked me about it back then at Bill´s.

“You wanted to know what I mean by the right one, Dove. And I imagined it at that moment. I didn’t speak from my experience.”

Once again, I gave her my most honest answer. Because yes, it was true. I met a lot of women, yet none of them made me feel more than a mere affection. Most of them not even that.

Was I a womanizer? Undoubtedly. And now, perhaps for the first time in my life, I was ashamed of it. I didn’t want her to know me like that.

“Didn’t you really love any of them?” She asked quietly, and I wished she would look at me again.

“No,” I exhaled as soon as I realized that she wouldn’t do it.

“How about your first girlfriend? Didn’t she mean anything to you?”

“I liked her, yes… But it wasn’t love.”

“Why did you break up?”

I didn’t stop the smile that appeared on my lips when she finally looked up at me uncertainly. Why was she interested at all? I wanted to say something teasing, but I didn’t dare. I also asked about her love life, I also wanted to know what a son of a bitch Jace was. I owed her answers.

“She fell in love, I didn’t,” I basically repeated the same thing.

“You broke her heart!?” She took a sharp breath as she pierced me with those beautiful eyes. Not to mention the annoyed tone of her voice she spoke with.

“I guess so,” I shrugged. I really tried to sound apologetic. Though I wasn’t sure if I wasn’t actually apologizing only to Lara. “Unintentionally, but yes, I broke her heart.”

Also, she still likes to remind me that a lot.

And there’s nothing I can do about it.

Quite a nice irony.

Isn´t it?

“What was her name?”

The whole talk somehow started to bother me. I wished we simply changed the topic. None of those girls could compare to my Princess. None.

“Sophie,” I told her. “Her name was Sophie.”

“Hmmm, Sophie,” she muttered into my shoulder, “that’s a beautiful name.”

She paused, she no longer kept asking. And I had no idea whether I should say something. But then I remembered her words about silence having its own charm.

She was right.

She was damn right, as it must have been just enchantment, I felt with her. As if we really had something to be quiet about.

I rocked her while she was sitting in my arms and I swear, I had everything I needed at that moment. She let me lean my face against her hair, I could smell her bewitching scent. In fact, I had everything I ever needed.

I watched the sea; I watched its pretty wild waters. There had been probably a storm somewhere, the waves were huge as they were breaking against the rocks standing in their way. I was glad, now I was really glad I hadn’t suggested her to go straight to the beach. I hadn’t seen such a spectacle in a long time. The deep blue see was literally crashing against that lonely lighthouse in enormous rushes, leaving behind only masses of white foam. Even the seagulls disappeared somewhere, and the big Moon suddenly seemed so much smaller.

Oh!

Moon.

Sophie.

Moon.

Full Moon.

Yesterday.

Full Moon.

Holy crap!

Fuck!

I totally forgot about it!

How could I forget?!

How? Could. I. Forget?

Well…, you know… It probably has a lot in common with the girl you refused to move from all night.

Damn, I was kinda kidding, and it´s gonna be true in the end.

My Princess will actually kill me one day.

The damage was done, I couldn’t do anything about it. I could only get Lara to speak again, because just hearing her voice could brighten my day.

I took a breath, I wanted to say something and then I got stuck anyway. Randomly, I looked at the other side of the sidewalk, where I saw a young woman with her husband, both laughing. Over a kid who fell after taking a few steps. The woman picked him up to put him gently back into the stroller. And I couldn’t help but smile as the man placed his hand protectively on her back.

I didn’t want to listen to them because it wasn’t my business. Because it was their moment. Because they reminded me of one of the most important problems I didn’t want to face right now.

I admitted already a long time ago that as far as my princess regarding, I had nothing under control. Absolutely nothing. I had no idea what would happen when midnight passes. It made no sense to think about future. Yet now, looking at the happy family ahead of me, it occurred to me again. Because I will never be able to give her anything like that.

Gosh, who am I to claim her for myself like that?

Selfish bastard.

Nothing more.

“What are you thinking about?” She brought me back to reality, she forced me to look back into her stunning face.

I was right. Just hearing her voice woke me a little from my gloomy mood.

“About all the perfect moments you expect from life,” I gave her an honest answer. She raised an eyebrow at me, I knew I had taken her by surprise.

“Doesn’t everyone dream about it? About finding someone to grow old with, to raise children with, to build a home with? Someone with whom you could sit on the terrace in the garden after dinner and reminisce the perfect moments of your life?”

She looked somewhere in the distance, I understood that she was thinking about it. My whole heart tightened, I was suddenly restless when she remained silent. And then I felt the grip of her hand under the blanket.

“I don’t want to,” she whispered, making my eyebrows arched as well. Because she surprised me maybe even more.

“Do you remember what I told you at the theater back then?”

I did, I remembered that day. I remembered her every word as they disconcerted me. I waited obediently for her to remind me of what she meant exactly.

“Don’t get me wrong, Eric,” she said, as if apologizing, “I want someone to spend the rest of my life with. Yet I fear that marriage will kill the passion. Work, children, duties, maybe some time for a hobby, sleep. And again work, children, duties, maybe some time for a hobby, sleep. I’m terribly scared of a stereotype. I´m scared that the same days will repeat over and over again. And then, out of the blue, I will wake up one morning and realize that twenty years passed. That I didn’t live at all. I don’t want my own house, damn, I don’t even want to stay in the same place for a longer time. What you’re talking about, isn’t for me. I want freedom and life without limits. I want to know what passion is. I want unlimited possibilities, I want a lot of things. Because life is short. And I´m truly terrified that I will be sitting on the terrace in the garden a there will be nothing to reminisce about.”

And just like that, my Princess took my breath away again.

“Don’t wait for the perfect moment,” she whispered with a magical smile. “Take a moment and make it perfect.”

For fuck´s sake!

That girl was sooo out of my league! So far beyond everything I was worth of.

“You are afraid?”

Her question immediately made me look up at her. As if she knew exactly what I was thinking of. I waited for her to finish, to explain to me what she meant, and she really did it. Right after she took me by my hand.

“Are you afraid that if you tell me the truth about yourself, I will change my mind about you?”

Nicely said.

I was horrified that I would directly endanger her, that still remained paramount. But I was afraid of this just as same.

“Yes.”

I tried to smile, something, but in an instant, I had the feeling that I wouldn’t hide from her anywhere. She had a huge power over me.

“Eric,” she whispered, and I got lost in my own Imaginationland when she smiled at me, “I know you’re different. You can read people´s minds, you can hear them. You´re too strong, damn, you saved my life! I see there´s nothing ordinary about you. And you know what? I don’t care. It doesn’t matter to me.”

Absolutely totally out of my league.

The second attempt to smile ended in an even bigger fiasco, as it dawned on me. Every word she said… She didn’t judge me at all. And I didn’t deserve any of it.

“What if I told you that I did bad things?” My gaze dropped. Somewhere, I don’t know where, I just couldn’t look at her. I couldn’t believe I´d said that, but I kept talking: “Really bad things?”

The silence that followed my question was slowly but surely killing me. I was very well aware of her calm breathing, yet I still wasn’t able to repay her gaze.

“I’d ask whether you’re keep doing them,” she finally said.

I shook my head no and that was it. I wasn’t able to speak either. A strange feeling of uncertainty overwhelmed me for a moment. Until I felt her hand touching my palm. I didn’t stop the need to intertwine my fingers with hers.

“Everyone makes mistakes, I have no right to judge you. Not if I don’t know the circumstances.”

She was my salvation. She was my curse.

I felt it, I felt it very clearly. Perhaps it was my heart that was speaking softly to me, that kept whispering me that my Princess meant everything to me.

“Eric?” She interrupted my confused thoughts. Suddenly she sounded unsure, suddenly I had to look at her again. I wanted to find the source of her uneasiness. Just so I could fix it. Instead, I ended up trapped in her captivating gaze.

“I care for you too,” she muttered. “You know that, don’t you?”

Damn!

I recalled that moment when I was leaving her room the day before yesterday. I told her that I care about her, but she remained silent. All my hope that I could ever get her back died in me back then. And now… Hell, my hope was back. I leaned my forehead against hers, I needed to be as close to her as I could.

“Thank you Dove,” I whispered.

There were thousands of words, millions of things I wanted to say to her, but I couldn’t put them together to form a sentence. I had no idea where to start. And my Princess’s stunning eyes widened as something captured her attention.

“Look!” she blurted out. “Those waves are monstrous!”

But I couldn’t obey her. I couldn’t take my eyes off her face; I couldn’t control it.

In a word, a need.

When someone drowns, they kick around. With these sharp movements, they desperately try to get above the surface and as soon as they succeed, they immediately take a deep breath. Because that’s all they need. Air, oxygen to survive. It´s the matter of life and death.

But the urge to breathe didn’t seem nearly as strong as the urge I felt right now.

I had to.

I simply had to.

She looked up at me with raised eyebrows as I, completely dazed by her beauty, didn’t respond to her request. I guess I also wanted to apologize for not listening. I guess she wanted to say something too. I don’t know it.

There was her magical smile and the tenderness shining from her eyes that I literally needed to be alive. There was her life-saving peace that took over me. And then there was nothing else. Maybe a second or two. Maybe it was an eternity, I didn’t notice it at all.

All I could feel was her damn perfect lips and my mouth I pressed to them.

I recalled it vividly. The night I first kissed her. I talked to Will over phone; he was giving me instructions on the most important task of that stupid party. Still, I didn’t concentrate at all when I noticed that she was studying me. That my Princess was watching me. She looked gorgeous in that dress. And I was enchanted, I suddenly couldn’t think about anything else but the desire to touch her.

I ran my fingers over her lips and my brain totally collapsed when she shivered. I wanted to ask whether I may kiss her. But then, the moment came when I couldn’t wait another second longer. I had to taste her lips.

And it was as if I tasted heaven, a piece of my own paradise. Only her touch made my heart pound faster again.

And now, I was hoping…, damn, I was praying I would feel the same way.

But no.

I felt so much better.

She took a deep breath. I could say that I surprised her. Exactly as I surprised myself. I wanted to suppress the urge, I really wanted to control myself. But again, when it came to my Princess, I failed at the fact that what I wanted wasn’t important at all.

I swear, I honestly swear that all I wanted was to touch her for a brief moment. To recall what the heaven tastes like. To feel the softness of her lips. To get bewitched again.

However, she shivered underneath me, my princess moaned quietly. She clutched my coat in her hand as if she wanted to push me closer. And then she sealed her fate herself. When she parted her lips for me.

I truly, the most honestly swear that I really had no other intentions, just to connect my lips with hers for an instant. But when she let me in, there was no going back for me.

Because it wasn’t me who controlled it anymore.

I don’t even know how I dug my fingers into her hair. I don’t even know when I wrapped my other hand around her back so I could tilt her and deepen the kiss.

I was only dimly aware of her palm, which cupped my face. All I could perceive now was her mouth. Her mesmerizing lips and my desire to play with them. I studied every part of them, I caressed her tongue with mine. I took anything she offered me and instead, I gave her even what she didn’t want from me.

She got deep under my skin, she simply had me. She had me here, begging on my knees for more of her. She tasted as unfettered passion, as a desire that utterly encouraged me to succumb.

She breathed heavily and feeling the heat of her skin on my face was literally driving me crazy. I inwardly beseeched this minute to last forever. Because she returned me those kisses. Even though I was the one who had crossed the line of self-control, even though she had a million of reasons to withdraw from me immediately, scolding, she returned the touches to me instead.

And then she gasped for air.

I didn’t want her to back off. I let her breathe and moved with my mouth to her neck. I kissed her velvety skin, I lost myself in her scent. I ran my nose through the spot under her earlobe and then I kissed her again. I wanted to do it once more, over and over and over and over and again.

There was a question reflecting in her eyes when I looked at her. She didn’t say anything, she didn’t say a word. She was just quietly waiting for me to explain my loss of control. And I leaned my forehead against hers as I gave her my reasons without hesitation: “Take a moment and make it perfect.”

And my Princess absolutely disarmed me with that magical smile.

She pulled herself back to me, she snuggled up in my arms again and I had the impression that I would never collect myself again.

“What about your tattoo?” She asked after an eternity of silence. “The Latin inscription? What does it mean to you? Why did you choose it?”

I sighed with relief; I only thanked all my lucky stars that she was interested in this tattoo. That she didn’t ask about the pattern on my chest.

“Either win or die,” I smiled. “It reminds me that I should never give up. That when there´s something I really want, I truly desire, I can´t let it go. Because if you give up your dreams, Dove, you won´t be living. You´ll be just surviving.”

She looked somewhere down. Suddenly, she was interested only in the colored stripes on the blanket. And I… Well, there was still blackness in my head. Yet no, I never wanted to get off my cloud nine. Watching her, damn, her divine lips were just luring me to bow to them again, to touch them.

“What if it´s too much?” She asked, bringing me back to reality as everything in her attitude screamed that something was bothering her. “What if there are too many obstacles, too many rational reasons, that your brain is constantly presenting you, even though your heart is beating in the opposite direction? What if there are too many complications?”

Fuck!

What is she thinking about?

“Then it depends on how big your desire is. When you really crave something, all those rational reasons go aside. You don’t ask why I should, or why I shouldn’t do it. You don’t ask when, how, what if. There´s simply your passion, accompanying your dreams and it decides everything for you. And OK, sometimes it could be risky. Wherever passion is you´ll find there a flame too. And there´s a chance that you get burned.”

She fixed her beautiful eyes on me, I saw a confusion, reflecting in them. The girl in front of me, my Princess in my arms. I belonged to her, damn… How could she not know?

“Well, even if you get burned,” I hugged her face, “it doesn’t mean you will die right away. If it’s something that´s worth it, you just have to try. So that the day you told me about, won´t really come. The day when you´ll look back and find out that you wasted your chance because of your own fear.”

Maybe she was thinking about her music academy she´d given up for Jim. Whatever it was, I was ready to face her fear with her, even to push her forward a little bit if she would allow me to.

“Come on, Eric, look!” she exhaled. “Those waves are fascinating!”

My words resonated in her; I knew that. Also, that they wouldn’t stop running through her head. Yet she didn’t want to talk about it anymore. At least not right now.

I couldn’t help but smile as she tugged my coat impatiently. “It’s beautiful! Could we go take a closer look?”

Hell no!

No way!

Under no circumstances!

If this supposed to be some kind of her fascination with water, I wasn’t planning to risk that she would take a bath again.

“No, Dove,” I declined her suggestion sharply. “Only because you won’t let me buy you dry clothes then.”

She took a sharp breath as she understood my teasing. And I could study in detail how she narrowed her eyes angrily at me, frowning.

“I have a better idea,” I winked, trying to make it up for her. “You’ll see.”

My Princess smiled, she eventually smiled at me and out of the blue, I couldn’t look somewhere else. I could just keep staring at her lips.

The ones I kissed less than twenty minutes ago.

Fuck!

No, no, no!

I need to control myself!

“Okay,” she agreed. She probably had no idea how tempted I was right now. “Let’s go then.”

Oh, for heaven´s sake!

Where am I going to find some self-control now?

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