The Colonial Heart ✓ (Editing)

Chapter 9

T H I R D P E R S O N
P O V

As Ama's gaze met William's, he couldn't resist the playful urge to reach out and gently tweak her nose.

Ama's shriek of surprise was followed by a gentle smack on William's chest, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "Oh, William, you scamp!" she exclaimed, her voice loud and stern yet playful.

William's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, his hands lingering on Ama's waist as he steadied her.

"Careful, my dear," he whispered, his breath dancing across her skin. Ama's cheeks flushed a delicate pink as she realized William's hands still encircled her waist, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

As William's nose brushed against the soft curve of Ama's neck, he inhaled deeply, his eyes closing in rapture. "You smell like a bouquet of roses," he whispered, his voice husky with admiration. Ama's heart skipped a beat as she felt herself melting into his embrace.

"Ah, but that's only because I make up for your dreadful aroma," Ama teased, her voice playful, yet laced with a hint of shyness. William's eyes snapped open, a mock offended expression on his face. "Dreadful aroma? My dear lady, such unbecoming language!"

Ama's mischievous grin only grew wider as William's hands slid from her waist, his fingers intertwining with hers. "A true gentleman would never pull a lady's nose," she said, her voice dripping with mock reprimand. William's eyes sparkled with contrition as he kissed the back of Ama's hand, his lips grazing her skin like a whispered promise.

"Forgive me, dear Ama, for my transgression," William whispered, his voice low and sincere. Ama's heart fluttered as she gazed into his eyes, her own voice barely above a whisper. "I forgive you, kind sir."

In the soft silence that followed, the world around them melted away, leaving only the gentle thrum of their heartbeats and the sweet promise of their blossoming love.

As they sat together, William's gaze lingered on Ama's face, taking in the gentle curve of her cheeks and the sparkle in her eyes.

Ama, oblivious to his gaze, chatted on about her favorite books and the latest village gossip. William listened intently, his smile growing wider with each passing moment.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm orange glow across the sky, William suggested a walk through the nearby meadow. Ama agreed, and they strolled side by side, the soft rustle of grass and leaves filling the air. The tension between them was palpable, but neither acknowledged it, unsure of how to articulate their feelings.

As they walked, William found himself stealing glances at Ama, admiring the way her hair danced in the breeze and the way her laughter lit up the surrounding landscape. Ama, too, caught herself sneaking peeks at William, noticing the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled and the way his voice rumbled deep within his chest.

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, like a gentle stream meandering through the countryside. They discovered shared interests and laughed together, their connection growing stronger with each passing moment.

As the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, William and Ama reluctantly parted ways, promising to meet again soon.

Though they didn't realize it yet, their friendship was blossoming into something more, like the first tender shoots of a rose bush reaching for the sun.

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A rather cheesy chapter but hey we need a dose of those once in a while an I right?😉
Though it's a bit much I did enjoy writing it and I hope you guys enjoyed reading it
I also decided to write this in a third person form so that you could see both Amas and Williams emotions in the same chapter....I hope that makes sense but anyhoo
Until we meet again!