Princess °° Freddie Highmore [dd/lg]

chapter fifty-six:

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F I F T Y - S I X --

In truth, I didn't mean to come off impatient with Freddie, but the truth of the matter was that he deliberately lied to me about losing his eyesight. I walked for what seemed like hours, and it probably was, all the whole not talking to Freddie in the process.

"Look, love," he starts, catching up to me as I speed walk. "I'm sorry, okay?" He tries to stop me in my tracks, but I didn't want to do so at the moment. All I wanted to do was go to bed and hope for a better tomorrow, maybe even the request to go back home lingered in my mind, but I didn't want to come to that decision just yet.

"You can say you're sorry all you want, Freddie," I begin, hugging myself as the cold, California wind greets me with a bittersweet embrace. "but I'm not wanting to accept your apology. You freaking lied to me about going blind. Do you know the amount of anxiety I had? Were you aware that I was thinking about helping you get a seeing eye dog? Brail books and large print paper?"

Freddie stops dead in his tracks. He looks at me with utter confusion. "You were?" He asks me.

I stop in my line of steps and look at him. The streetlights illuminating his pale complexion.

"Well, yeah," I reply honestly. "I knew someone who was visually impaired back in high school, and many people made fun of him because he had a cane and had an Acrobat overhead to see what was presented on the board. I thought it was neat that he had all those tools, and I just wanted to be sure that you'd be taken care of."

Freddie looks down at his feet, biting down on his lower lip. "If I'm honest with you, Amanda," he begins. "I am sorry for causing you to worry. I am actually impaired, and I did black out for a moment. I need to get to the eye doctor and see if I do have a stigmatism or something. Please forgive me for my foolishness?"

I liked the fact that he was showing effort. However, I couldn't understand why, exactly, he waited so long to tell me that he wasn't actually blind.

"I can forgive you," I reply. "but why did you do it?" I ask.

Freddie shrugs, a child-like grin on his face.

"What can I say?" He replies. "Even a powerful man such as myself likes a bit of attention."

I nudge him backward, which gave me a headstart on our journey back. We trek down the street from Disneyland, and pretty soon we were in an area where we could buy a couple of packs of street tacos, and request a ride share. After we made it to the resort, we head back to our room, where an unforseen turn of events took place.

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His tongue traveled its way to my lower lip, engulfing me in a tempting kiss of desire. I wrap my arms around his neck, tugging at his hair as Freddie continues to roam his hands over my clothed frame. I convince myself that I'm ready, that I'm willing to give myself to this man, but the other part of me questions this decision.

Despite the fact that Freddie is undeniably sexy, I couldn't help but wonder if he'd remain faithful to me. If I were to give my body entirely to him, would he take it like a ticket in a queue of a restaurant? Would I just be some number to him?

The kissing stops, and Freddie notices my demeanor.

"What's wrong?" He asks, a light string of saliva lingering below his lower lip. He wipes it away with the back of his hand.

"I was just thinking..." I say, trying not to be overly dramatic about things. "I was thinking about you and your eyes. You'll need to set up an appointment."

"I will," Freddie replies. "I promise you that I'll do that first thing tomorrow." He pulls me close. "Let's go ahead and cuddle. We can shower tomorrow in the morning."

The Englishman coaxes me to the bed. I lay on the left, and he lays down on the right. The lamps turn off with a single flip of a switch, and the gravitational pull of Freddie's arm draws me near to him.

As I begin to close my eyes, allowing sleep to claim my body, Freddie kisses the side of my neck, his hot breath fanning against my ear.

"And by the way, I know you're lying," he says to me in the dark. "but we can worry about that when I have you bent over, tied up, and eager to receive your first punishment."

He gives me a kiss on the cheek, and within seconds, the sound of a slumbering man laying adjacently to me takes over, and I, too, follow suit with it.

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