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Princes pov

"Prince! Wait!" Anastasia shouted after me, running up the road to catch up with me. It was pouring.

"I wanna be alone!" I said, walking faster.

"I wanna know why you act so weird around me ever since we kissed. I thought we were only friends!"

"Fucks sake." I muttered.

"I honestly don't know what I did wrong Prince! Explain it to me."

" you didn't do nothing!" I shouted so she could here me over the thunder.

"I must have done something! Look I'm sorry that I took advantage of you! I really am!"

"FUCKS SAKE ANASTASIA! ITS NOT THAT!" I roared, spinning around making her jump. "I FUCKING LOVE YOU! IM IN LOVE WITH YOU! WHY CANT YOU FUCKING SEE THAT! I HAVE BEEN IN LOVE WITH YOU FOR TWO BLOODY YEARS. DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I WANT TO KISS YOU EVERY DAY. DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I CARE FOR YOU! IT HURTS WHEN YOU PICK GUYS LIKE TYRONE WHO TREAT YOU LIKE SHIT BECAUSE I KNOW THAT I CAN TREAT YOU BETTER THAN THAT AND I CAN GIVE YOU WHAT YOU DESERVE! I LOVE YOU. I AM DEEPLY IN LOVE WITH YOU! WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO BLOODY BLIND AND NOT BE ABLE TO SEE THAT ANA-" I got cut off by her grabbing me and pulling me in for a longing kiss.

I pulled her closer to me as our lips moved in sync and we made out passionately.

"I love you too. I'm in love with you too." Was all she said between kisses.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I breathed, holding her hips close to me.

"I was worried that if we get together but break up our friendship would be ruined forever. "

I kissed her again, stroking her hair.

She started to make out with me, tangling her fingers in my hair. We manoeuvred our way back to the house ending up with her legs wrapped around my waist and us heavily making out.

I slammed the front door and laid her down on the couch. I got on top of her, still not breaking the kiss.

"Can we go slow?" She asked.

"Of course, we go at your pace."

She kissed me a few times more before sitting up.

"That's where you wanna stop?" I questioned, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, I know your sensitive on this."

"I love you." She whispered, laying on my lap. I carried her to my room and we cuddled until asleep.

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