“Come on! Show me the mask!” I demanded.
“No! The mask is the main thing! I can’t show you!” she replied.
I was asking her for the mask she was going to wear the next day for the ball. Apparently she was dressing up as a mediaeval woman.
“Come on! You showed me the dress!” I argued
“You bought the dress!” she rolled her eyes “besides, you can recognize me by the dress, can’t you?”
“I know! So why not show me the mask anyway then?”
“Because…” she stated matter-o-factly “You won’t tell me who you’re dressing up as!”
“I don’t think so” I smiled, walking up to her, and put my hands on the wall behind her, encaging her between my arms
“Or could it be…” I grinned “That you want to leave at least a bit of ‘surprise’ for me? Do you have feelings for me too?” I asked, inching closer. She turned a bright shade of Kingfisher red. It made me laugh.
She pushed me away
“Stop doing that!” she said, pissed “Don’t think that it’s funny!”
“But it is” I laughed “it’s really cute”
“Stop it!” she whined.
“All right, all right, your great highness. Forgive me” I sighed. She looked away.
“So, where’s the mask?” I asked again
“I’m not showing it” she argued stubbornly “Not until you show me your costume”
“I want to surprise you” was my reply.
“So do I!” she did the expected.
“Because you have feelings for me?” I asked, hopeful
“No!” she refused, angrily
“So you don’t have feelings for me?”
“No!”
“No you do or no you don’t?”
“Whatever!”
“So you do have feelings for me.” I declared
“Luke, stop it, will you?” she said, irritated.
That was the last straw. Why should I stop?
“Why should I stop?” I asked, annoyed and walked closer to her “I mean, I’ve been holding back for so long…! Why should I stop now, huh?” and looked into her eyes. This was the best way to tell her.
“Wh—What are you doing?” she asked, backing up against the wall
“I mean” I said, keeping a hand next to her and trapping her “It’s about time you realized…There’s nothing covering your eyes, is there?”
“huh?”
“No. There’s nothing covering your eyes…so why don’t you look at me? Why is it always Kenny? I’m here too.” I said inching closer
“I…I don’t understand…” she stuttered, refusing eye contact.
“What’s there to not understand?” I questioned “I’m making it obvious, aren’t I?”
Her blank expression made me do what I did next.
“This should help you get a clear image” I said and grabbed hold of her cheek, moved forward, and kissed her.
YOU ARE READING
The Switch
Romance(2012-14) (Pre-2018) Black is Black, and White is White, Just like how Kenny is Kenny and Luke is Luke. but, they are both Grey. And, somewhere between all this, lies a Nightingale. _________________________________________________ This book contain...
