Lost In Time _Jelsa_

Marrah Jameela

Chapter 5
Marrah Jameela

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"Lift your head." His cold hand came into contact with my very own, I raised my eyes to his.

Cyan blue eyes. Undeniably human eyes.

"I had something to tell you too."

"Yes? What is it?" I asked looking into his enchanting eyes, almost breathless in anticipation to what he had to say to me.

"It's Jackson or Jack."

"Yes, I know that." Was this that 'important something' he wanted to tell me? His name?

"Stop quipping and say it." Jackson rolled his eyes as he tapped the back of my hand with his two fingers.

"Oh!... Jackson." I think this was the first time I ever really mentioned his name like this and it felt somewhat nice.

"That's better. You've been saying 'Monsieur Frost' this whole time. It sounds unnatural. You can be informal with me." He gave me a slight smile of appreciation, and his hand still touching mine. His frankness, handsome smile and his touch altogether left me flustered making me to simply nod my head as I looked down at the tiered white skirt of my dress.

"Yes."

"It's not a question." All of this was making me nervous and on top of that all his obvious remarks were making me to feel stupid.

"Yes- I mean, fine." I quickly corrected, clearing my throat.

"You're not very bright, are you?" His next statement held a teasing note to it making me quickly look at him with a glare.

Why does he always have to be so rude and cocky?

"...Shut up."

"I thought so." Jackson spoke more to himself with a slight chuckle, taking amusement from my irritation. He grabbed my hand properly- not to shake it.

He kissed it.

It was a slow, purposeful action. Full of ceremony. Unspeakably beautiful.

"Since I've accepted the job, I swear to protect you on my oath as a soldier." My hand tingled from the touch of his lips. Lips that then curved into a confident smile. His unexpected gesture and words once again left a fluttering feeling inside my chest, making me blush and my other hand gripped onto my skirt feeling my heart stuttering.

"But our hearts are not one." His choice of words once again left me confused and I furrowed my eyebrows.

"I'm not sure what you're saying."

"A true soldier commits their entire being that which they've sworn to protect. The same body, the same heart. Linked." He only made me the more confused. The warmth of his hand left mine with a one last gentle squeeze and I used that very hand to tuck my hair behind my ear.

"Linked?"

"‘Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori’. 'One must be ready to give up everything including their life'." Jackson must have learned that from the time when he was a soldier. Flattering me, that he could even go to the extreme of losing his life for me? For he was a true soldier.

"...Which I don't need to do for you. Who risks their life on a chore?" Okay, he really had to say that. I take all of my nice thoughts back. He was a complete jerk and will always be. I humphed looking at him with sudden distaste.

"You still see me as a chore then?"

"Coming from that Count Hans? Yeah, I do." I fixed him with another one of my frown as wind blew by, my skirt fluttering and hair coming in front of my face which I again tucked behind my ears. He grew the more amused, one would say that he found amusement by ruining my mood.