He's a Prince. She's a journalist.
They have a complicated relationship. More like he's into her but she hates his guts.
He needs to behave. She needs to let loose.
He's interested in her because she's the last girl interested in him.
Both of them n...
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The fact that he doesn't want to kiss me, because I might seem tipsy, is the exact reason why I do.
It's so sweet and charming. I'm completely disarmed when it comes to him. I know it's not the champagne, it's all him.
He's taken aback at the fact that I'm initiating the kiss, but only for a moment. One of his hands finds its way to my neck and in a soft movement, he tilts my head for better access.
His kiss feels makes a warm feeling run through me, from our lips, to my toes. I'm tingling all over as he pulls me closer and I wrap my arms around him. My stomach feels like it has a bunch of rocks that start to warm until it's scorching through my very soul. Breathless, we pull apart, but he's still holding me and I'm not letting him go.
When he gazes at me, I notice how his pupils are completely dilated and the tone of his eyes are darker, hungrier and too damn sexy. His eyes dip to my lips again and he's about to lean in again, when he closes his eyes for a second, taking a deep breath and pulling away.
"I think that we should call it a night."
And if I thought it was impossible to swoon even more over him, I do.
He grabs my hand, and I let him lead the way to my room. I'm not really that drunk. Tipsy? Yes. But I know what I'm doing and even though my heart is pumping furiously inside my chest, I can tell that he's worried, he's too conflicted over the fact that I might be drunk that no matter what I do, he might think it's because of the alcohol.
We stop in front of my room and I grab the card to slid it through the key, but somehow I drop it. Freaking hell. Why don't I stumble and hiccup while I'm at it? Mark doesn't say anything. He grabs it from the floor and opens the door for me.
We walk inside and the door closes softly behind us. He lets me go and peeks around the room, running a hand through his hair. "Do you need anything?"
You. I don't say it, because he might freak out. And the thought makes me smile because it seems like the roles have reversed. "I'm fine, thank you."
"Okay," he sounds hesitant. His eyes are intense as he steps closer to me and cups my chin. "Thank you for everything. I had a wonderful day." He leans closer and pecks me lightly on the lips before pulling away and leaving a large space between us. "Good night, Kate."
I don't want him to go. That barely there kiss has left me eager to grab on to him and effectively kiss the crap out of him, but he seems off in a way. "Good night, Mark."
A soft smile breaks on his lips as he shakes slightly his head. With that, he leaves my room and I stare at the door like an idiot for the next five minutes, before sighing and getting ready for sleep.
Before the sun is out, I'm already awake. Holy crap. I kissed Mark. My lips quirk up as my stomach starts doing somersaults. I honestly don't know where the courage came from, but unlike what Mark might think, I remember it brightly and I definitely don't regret it.
