"What if it was the prince who needed saving?"
Not receiving an ounce of love even in his childhood, he became heartless. His cold exterior scared people away, and not to mention his detached, unemotional personality. Haunted by his past, he was use...
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He kissed me.
I kissed him.
I'm gonna die.
A groan leaves his lips when I slowly, rhythmically move my lips against his. He grabs my hips with both hands and pulls me so close that I can hear his heartbeat.
The kiss starts out slow and gentle, but it soon turns into something much more fierce and intense. I cling to his biceps, my nails probably stabbing him. But he doesn't stop. His arms drape over my waist and our bodies collide together in sync.
His lips are so soft. So, so incredibly sweet. I can't pull away. No matter how bad I want to, I just can't. Not when deep down, I know that this is exactly what I'd been waiting for.
He pulls away for a moment, letting us both breathe, but then, just a second later, attacks my lips again, even fiercer than the first time.
In a second, I'm pushed against one of the pillars of the temple.
In the background, I notice the shower start. My eyebrows raise so high I feel my scalp peel off. I push him away and run to the edge to experience it better.
I'm still panting when I look up at the now bright sky. He comes up behind me. Neither of us says a word. We just soak up each other presence, quietly watching the shower.
"You okay?" He asks, still panting. I whip around to face him. His lips are swollen, his hair a tousled mess, but still, the same look decorates his face.
I smile and walk over, wrapping my arms around his neck and burying my face in his chest. His arms tightly hold me close. My cheek presses against his chest and the fast, rapid sound of his heart rings in my ears.
"Why is your heart beating so fast?" I look up, my chin pressing against his chest.
"Your face is over my heart, and you have the nerve to ask me why my heartbeat is fast?" He whispers and brushes a strand of hair away from my face.
I smile to myself and close my eyes, feeling the very familiar thump of his heart on my cheek. His arms tighten around me, almost lifting me off the ground.
"So" "So?"
"Are we dating now?" I ask and blink at him. He looks over my head and towards the horizon for a few moments before responding. "You wanna date?"
"Of course, I wanna date. You wanna date?" He shrugs. "No"
His words confuse me. He tells me that I'm his will to live, kisses my forehead, cuddles with me and then tells me he doesn't want to be my boyfriend? How does that work?
"No?" "No"
"Why?" I whisper so quietly I doubt if he heard it. He licks his lips and let's out a breath.
"I don't know, Astraea" I try to push myself away, but his grip on my waist tightens, restricting me. I wiggle, trying desperately to walk away, but he doesn't let go.
