Hearts at War (AlanxJeff) VI

24

Jeff

"The last one, very good! One more perfect than the other!" North exclaimed excitedly, while I was barely aware of the camera flashes. The garden was full of energy, with bright lights and the soft murmur of conversations in the background.

I blinked a couple of times, feeling a bit dazed, as if waking up from a dream, when we separated from the kiss. The warmth of Alan's lips still lingered on mine, and a sense of euphoria enveloped me.

"This will be a sure success, no doubt! The questions, everything... And what about the photos! I'll send you a copy before printing it so you can review it in case you think it needs any corrections and, of course, a special edition of the kisses," North finished, as excited as a child on Christmas. I glanced at Alan out of the corner of my eye, who was already looking at me with a beautiful smile.

"Ahhh, stop looking at me like that," I thought as my heart pounded like a drum, resonating in my ears.

Once we started practicing, it seemed like we just couldn't stop. Part of me was surprised by my own enthusiasm. I couldn't remember the last time I had been so eager for something. I always wanted to be close to Alan, always. I wanted to be near him, look at him, hold his hand, and talk about how his day went or anecdotes from when he was a child. We took every opportunity to diligently practice. We practiced a lot. After all, it was like Way had told us, "for a greater good."

After the interview, Alan started accompanying me to my room after every meal and arrived much earlier at night to sleep. And somehow, we always ended up practicing.

We entered my room, and I had barely taken a few steps when he turned me in such a way that I ended up with my back against the door, my body pressed by his warm body. He looked at me intensely, and I could feel his breathing becoming more irregular.

"We've done well," he whispered in a husky voice. "The practice is worth it."

I nodded as I swallowed and felt my cheeks flush, my heart pounding.

"We must keep practicing for... for..." Alan trailed off, searching for reasons.

"For the dance," I continued in a trembling voice, "the Patharapol dance is coming up."

I saw his eyes light up, and his lips curved even more, showing his perfect dimples.

"That's right, we must keep practicing because the dance is coming, and then... then there will be that other event and the other one, you know, the other one."

"Yes, the other one," I whispered, following the conversation, before we got lost in a kiss.

The kiss started soft, almost shy. I felt the warmth of his lips against mine, and an electric current ran through my body, awakening every fiber of my being. The world around us seemed to fade away, leaving only the beat of our hearts and the sound of our intertwined breaths.

As the kiss deepened, a wave of emotions washed over me. I felt a mix of joy, nerves, and a connection so deep it seemed to transcend words. Every movement of his lips, every caress of his tongue, was a promise of something greater, something we were just beginning to understand.

The days passed quickly with more and more frequent practices, after all, the day of the dance was approaching. That was the reason, of course. Just that. I was absorbed in a history book from this kingdom, sitting on the couch, while the words slid before my eyes. Was this what they told people here? The room was lit by a soft light, and the silence was only interrupted by the occasional rustle of pages turning.