Falling in Love with a King [Elvis]

Chapter 12 - Friends or Lovers?

I stared at the ceiling as I lay on my bed, not believing the day that I had. Did I dream all of it up? He kissed me when he wasn't supposed to! I couldn't even describe my shock when he did, shock that made my knees weak, or the jitters that tickled me all over. Honestly, I wanted to lean in and kiss him, since being that close to him was absolute torture, but he beat me to it. We spoke a few words about it after he apologized, but where did that put us? I never was able to talk to him further about it since after the scene was through, I was told I could go home, and Elvis was pulled elsewhere.

"What are we now?" I asked the air.

I jumped when my bedroom door suddenly opened and in came my pretty blonde roommate Alice, whose hair was up, and she was in a pink blouse and gray skirt. She pounced on my bed, a wide grin on her face. She laid herself down next to me. "You have to tell me everythin', lady! What was today like? How was gettin' close to that gorgeous man, huh? How was kissin' him?"

She was from the South, so she had a natural drawl like Elvis. It helped when she was helping me rehearse the scene and she was playing Deke. I recalled the two kisses we had. "The kiss was supposed to be fake."

I looked over at her on my left and saw her brows crease. "What? It was supposed to be fake?"

"Yes. No one told me that the kiss scene was supposed to be a fake kiss scene, made to look real."

She blew air out of her mouth. "Well, shoot... So you didn't get to kiss 'im, huh?"

That bone-melting kiss - both of them - and the feeling of his lips on mine overcame my mind, and heat ran up my face. I exasperated, "Oh, good Lord in Heaven, yes I got to kiss him. In fact, he kissed me first."

She let out the loudest gasp I had heard anyone make. She propped herself up on her elbow and stared at me, her very blue eyes wide with surprise. "So you were able to?! And what do you mean he did it first? C'mon, tell me everythin'!"

I told her everything, from the beginning of my time there to when I went home. I asked her, "What do you think I should do?"

"Well, what I think is that the famous Elvis Presley, the man who every girl in the country is in love with, is in love with you. Him apologizin' for doin' that? That's a sure sign."

"And him kissing me spontaneously isn't?"

She smacked my good arm. "Of course it is! That man is so in love with ya that he couldn't help but kiss ya when you two were that close. And you essentially said that you're in love with 'im since you told 'im that Kenneth's kiss wasn't welcomed, but his was!"

I tried to think about this. "So... Elvis is in love me?"

She snuggled next to me, and her flowery perfume overcame my senses. "Mm-hm. And you're in love with him. What are you two waitin' for? You need to be together!"

"But I can't be involved with someone I'm writing about for work. I have to be professional."

"You can't be professional when you and your subject are in love."

"Exactly."

"You know what? You need to dump the paper so you can be with your man."

I gave her an appalled look. "I can't quit the paper! Do you have any idea how much publicity we're receiving because of what I'm writing? And we both pay the rent here."

"Well, then, what are ya gonna do?"

I stared at her blue eyes and racked my brain. I looked back at the ceiling. "I have no idea."

"Golly, you're in a pickle, Daisy." She turned to me and leaned in close to my face. "But a star is in love with you! That's somethin' to be shoutin' about!"