The Prince Bet

I want to see you.

        It's been four days since the last event. I haven't gone out of the palace at all. I didn't even go out of my room at all. I just...couldn't. But many people came to see me. Esmeralda, my mom and dad, Candice, my maid Fernanda. I got many sympathy cards from the other royals. Daniel had texted me checking up on me.

Kit has been texting and call every single day.

       I'm getting better. I'm feeling better.

       My phone ringed. "Hello?"

        "Are you up." The voice said. I've been waiting to hear from him. To hear his voice. No matter how many times I heard it, it sounded like a sweet song I never wanted to stop listening to.

      "Yeah I'm up, why?"

       "I wanna see you."

       Was he asking me to go out with him. "I..uhm...I"

        A knock on my door stopped me from answering. I got up from my bed and walked to the door.

       I opened the door and I couldn't believe my eyes. He was standing here in front of me, in my house no less.

      "Surprise." Kit said with a wide smile on his face. "I brought cake."

      I quickly pulled him into my room and closed and locked my door. What if someone sees him!

     "How did you get in here!" I whisper yelled. "Who let you in."

      "Nobody. I snuck in."

      "What! Are your crazy?"

     "Maybe. I wanted to see you so, here I am."

     "How did you even get in Kit?"

      "That little secret gate, than there was a window on the second floor that was open so I climbed it and kinda guessed where your room was. Guess I was right." He said it like it was the simplest thing in the world.

      He took the cake out of the box and set it on the desk. He turned around towards me and leaned against the desk, watching me.

      I'm starting to feel self conscious about my current start. My hair is down and wasn't  done and I only had a pink nightgown on and panties. Maybe he wouldn't mind. I pray to everything he doesn't look, while at the same time I wish that he does look. My cheeks and ears feel hot right now.

      "Where'd you get the cake from?"

      "Tulips."

       "Oh how amazing you are." I quickly took the fork from his hand and dug in. I had to stop myself from physically moaning.

      Kit took his thumb and swiped it on my bottom lip. What in the world..

     "You had icing," he said as he licked the icing off his thumb. Oh..my...god. I think I'm done stuffing my face. How embarrassing.

      I decide to sit down on my bed. "Thank you for the cake."

     "You're welcome."

      A comfortable silence settled between us. Until Kit spoke "I was worried."

     "Pardon?"

     "I was worried. Like really. I..." he looked away from me. Where was he getting at? What was he going to say?

     I stood up and walked towards him. "Kit,"

     He refused to look at me. I put my hand on his cheek and turned his head making it so he had no other choice but to look at me.

     "Kit..."

      He took a deep breath. "I'm not good at this whole, talking, word shit but I was worried. And scared. After what happened, I felt terrible. I kept think that I should've done more, I should've protected you when you needed it."

     "But you did. You were the first to help me were you not? I'm very grateful for that. I'm grateful for you. So please, don't beat yourself up about it."

     "Okay...can I...hug you?"

     I nodded. How I wanted nothing more than that. He wrapped his strong arms around my waist and rested his head on my shoulder, his face hiding in the crook of my neck.

     We stood there for what felt multiple minutes. Just the two of us in this room.

     "Your beautiful. Do you know that?"

      "Am I?"

 
    "You are. Everything about you is beautiful. From the soles of your feet, to the hair on your head."

      "Is that so.." I felt my heart racing. Could he feel it too? Could he hear it?

     Tingles filled my stomach. "Kit."

     He lifted his head up and looked at me. His beautiful, unique stormy gray eyes looking at my dark brown ones. I didn't know how to go about this. I want him. I want him to kiss me. I want him to touch me. I want him to whisper sweet nothings in my ear. I want to get lost in his eyes.

     "I want.."

     "You want what princess?"

      "I want you to kiss me."

      "Are you sure? Can I really?" He asked. He almost sounded eager.

      I nodded. I wanted this. I got up on my tip toes and pressed my mouth to his. Our first kiss was sweet and pure, then it got deeper. One kiss formed into another, then another, and another. These kisses told something. Something words couldn't express. We were completely lost in each other.

      It was just us at that moment. Nothing else mattered except him right now.

      The sun continued to set, and now that I think about it....I forgot to close my curtains.