The Pregnant Virgin's diary

Chapter 4: One in a million

"Are you okay?" he asked tilting his head sideways. Probably to get a better view of the idiotic grin plastered on my face.

I nodded. The hospital curtains were blocking the light from passing through the transparent windows but I could still see his face under the dim light bulb. 

"You're... you're Alexan-I mean, Prince Alexander Salazar..."  I stammered like a fool. I was not a fan-girl like Sasha or my other friends but I was excited. It was hard not to be when the crowned prince of one of the wealthiest countries was sitting literally two inches from you. I felt the urge to touch his face, to see if he was actually there, but refrained from doing so.

"Yes and Alexander is fine," he replied with a humorous smile playing on his face. He probably thought I was crazy or something.

"Just Alexander? I can't call you... the crowned Prince of MoVaria Alexander? It's weird and disrespectful," I said looking up at him and clenching the tip of my index finger between my teeth to cover the fact that I was still grinning.

"No, I insist, call me Alexander... Please."

I felt my hands reach out and touch his warm, smooth face as his smile widened... I couldn't resist it anymore, it all felt surreal. He didn't seem to be bothered by it though.  I always thought people with trimmed facial hair would have a scratchy face but his was soft.

"If I tell my friends that I touched your face, they will ban me from washing my hands and probably worship them like a trophy," I said laughing at my joke and looking at my hand.
As soon as those words came out of my mouth, I regretted it. I looked up at him, cautiously. His right eyebrow was slightly raised while a small smirk emerged on his mouth. The room wasn't hot but I started to feel a rush of heat.

I lowered my eyes shyly away from him. 

"I mean, my friends... they-they love you. They talk about you all the time. I think they are utterly obsessed, in a good way of course," I added while playing with the soft white bed sheets to avoid his eyes.

"How about you?" he asked while lifting my lowered head up.

I looked at him in confusion. "Me?"

He nodded. "Don't you love me too? Aren't you..." he paused for a second before particularizing the last two words. "Utterly obsessed?"

I felt my face heat up as my whole body followed suit. I shifted on my bed uncomfortably as his relentless eyes sent tingles throughout my body. Was it possible for someone to be sexy on purpose? Because I think he is doing this on purpose.

I cleared my throat. "I-I never, like, really thought of you the way they did," I replied.
His right eyebrow shot up again. He tried to keep a straight face but I could tell he found my suffering humorous.

"That sounded bad. I meant to say; I am not the fan-girl type but I do respect you and I am honestly honoured to meet you," I continued trying to defend my earlier words. "I heard last month that the royal MoVarian family were coming around the hospital but I'm just an intern so I don't spend much time here. That's why I couldn't officially meet you and your family when you came to greet the hospital staff, " I said smiling when God knew right now all I wanted was to lay on this cold, hospital floor and cry some more. I was literally one out of a million people in the world to meet the MoVarian prince face to face and I was here thinking about my unplanned pregnancy. 

His eyebrows were still raised with the same, withering look on his flawless face. Maybe telling him I was not "utterly obsessed" still shocked him.  I was guessing no one had ever told him that before.

If I tell Sasha that I officially met the Prince of MoVaria and was literally spitting hot balls of insults at his face, she would probably kill me. But I wasn't her and I couldn't pretend that I wanted to kiss his feet or worship the ground he walked on, especially today when I felt like my world was ending.