Princess - A Love Story

Chapter 15

Emily was outraged. She kept replaying the scene in her mind. One minute he was kissing her and... her thoughts faltered. She couldn't help but melt every time she thought about it. She violently shoved that thought aside. She needed to focus on being angry.

He'd said, "I'm so sorry. But you were...and I just..." Then he looked at her, horrified, and...he walked away. He walked away! What was he sorry for anyway? For kissing her? And how dare he look shocked. Was she a frog? A thought occurred to her. Did he find her so unattractive? Did he think she wasn't good enough to be kissed by His-Royal Idiot-Highness? She had worked herself into a fine state. Philip had some serious answering to do and she didn't care how late it was, he was going to do it now.

Philip had fallen into an uneasy sleep alternating between kicking himself and replaying that amazing kiss in his head. He was startled by his bedroom door being slammed open. He lay still, not fully awake. Then a hand came down on his shoulder shaking him, none to gently. "Wake up!"

Emily? Sleepily, he lifted himself to rest on his elbows and looked to the side. Emily knelt by the side of his bed her eyes blazing. He sighed. He had hoped to get a little more time to formulate a proper apology but judging by her furious expression, he would have to do it now.

"You." Her voice had a sharp accusatory bite to it. "What you did...how could you..." She had a long, blistering speech ready for him but now, face to face, her words stumbled in her mouth. The anger abruptly drained away to be replaced with hurt.

He sighed again, this time in defeat. Swing his legs over the side of the bed, he rested his elbows on his knees and looked down at his feet. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that."

The implied rejection hit her hard. "Why? because you think I'm not good enough?" she accused.

"Don't put words in my mouth," he hissed.

"What am I supposed to understand?" her voice rose, "you walked away, looking...horrified."

"I mauled you and humiliated myself. Of course, I left," Philip was shouting now as well. "That is not how imagined it would happen."

It? "You imagined...?" The tips of his ears were bright red and he was having trouble meeting her gaze. Wait. "You mean, you've thought about kissing me before?"

If possible, Philip looked more embarrassed. He wanted the ground to swallow him. Her probing questions put him on edge. "Oh come on," he snapped. "You know you're pretty and I..."

"You think I'm pretty?"

"Yes," he said through clenched teeth, as if the words pained him. Emily felt her insides glow at the admission.

If she was trying to punish him, it was working well, Philip thought uneasily as she moved to stand in front of him. Even standing up she wasn't much taller than him. He looked up into her face. Having her this close messed up his thinking. That's what got him into trouble in the first place. He rubbed his forehead with his index finger. "You should go now. We..." He never got to finish his thought. He was surrounded by Emily. No tentative kiss, this. She wrapped her arms around his neck and then her mouth was on his. Wordlessly she demanded and with all things Emily, Philip complied. His arms came up to wrap around her waist and pull her closer. It wasn't close enough. He moved back on the bed and she followed, unwilling to break contact even for a second. He didn't know how it happened but he soon had her against his side holding on like she would never let him go, her mouth still fused with his. His hand tightened at her waist. He couldn't seem to get her close enough. When her hands started a gentle exploration, he felt fireworks behind his eyes. Restlessly his hands roamed up and down her back and then before he knew it they had slipped inside her top.