The Hero King

Chapter XXII

(*Note: This may be written in third person from this point on. Enjoy! ^^)

Upon waking up, Amelie was surprised to see Ike still in the bed with her. He was sleeping soundly, his breaths coming heavily upon the top of her head. Not wanting to wake him, she gently placed a small kiss on his cheek before laying her head back down on his chest.

She had messed up. Yesterday she had a chance to finally be more than just friends with Ike. So why didn't she? Amelie sighed as she listened to the beating of Ike's heart.

Badump

Badump

She wanted nothing more than to spend her life with this man, and Ike had made it clear that he didn't see her as anything less than a woman. How did Ike really feel though? Was he just acting on instinct, did he even love her at all? Maybe Ike was just sexually frustrated. If that were the case, he wouldn't have stopped, right?

Amelie sighed and felt like crying all over again. Her thoughts raced a mile a minute in her head, and she couldn't stop them. Especially while she was laying this close to Ike.

"Good morning Amelie." Ike's voice made her jolt.

"O-oh, good morning, Ike."

His arm pulled her into a tight hug. Amelie couldn't help but smile, even if she didn't know her feelings for Ike, she had to admit it felt nice to be held by someone.

Boldly, she propped her chin up on Ike's chest and looked at his face. His eyes were still groggy, but stared back down into hers. He was completely without expression.

"How long have you been awake?" His morning voice made her swoon.

"Just a little while."

He chuckled, "That tells me nothing, Amelie."

She laughed and rolled her eyes.

"Long enough to hear you snore." She teased.

"All men snore." He said, pulling himself up into a sitting position.

Amelie sat up with him, they sat there for a moment just looking at each other. Ike slowly moved his hand to her cheek to rub his thumb across it.

"I'm sorry about yesterday."

"It's fine.."

Silence.

Ike stared into her eyes, then slowly planted a chaste kiss on her lips.

Amelie felt her face heat up, but once again she felt herself smile like an idiot.

"Do you like me, Amelie?" Ike asked, nonchalantly.

"Like you as in..?"

"Would you marry me?"