Denmark's Final Arranged Marriage

Chapter Nine - Calling Home

I stood outside my bedroom door for what felt like forever just staring at the door across from mine as my mind replayed the events of this morning and of the last minutes or so in my head.

What had just happened?

Why had Carson Barring kissed me?

But more importantly, why had I craved for it to continue?

I quietly backed away into my bedroom shutting the door behind me as I finally allowed myself to breath, had I been holding my breath this whole time? I shook my head as a sudden shiver rushed up my spine and down the rest of my body as I looked down only to remember I was still completely drenched in rain water.

I quickly slipped out of my flats as I unzipped my dress before practically having to pull it off of me the water having made it cling to my skin.

I picked up the same bathrobe from the previous night, wrapping it tightly around my cold figure the warmth of the soft dry fabric immediately helping my nerves calm.

"Why did he do that?" I muttered the words to myself as I stepped out of the puddle my now soaked dress had become before picking it up and carrying it over to the sink before I made my way over to my bed taking one glance at the time.

I sighed giving a silent prayer in thanks that I still had a good three and half hours till dinner as I tried to ponder on whether I should hop right into the shower or call home first I found my hand making the decision for me as I now held my cellphone in hand.

I dialed one to call Kevin knowing he was probably still awake, it was a big time difference but I didn't really care I just needed to talk to someone I knew then again maybe Kevin wasn't the brightest idea regarding who to talk to about my first kiss.

I sighed as I heard the phone ring for the fourth time but before I could give up and hangup there was a sound on the other line, "Levi?" I heard my baby brother call out in what couldn't possibly sound like a more alert voice.

"Hey, Kev" I said while attempting to hold back the tears that were dangerously wanting to seep through.

"Jesus! Levi do you have any idea how worried we've been?" he asked but I didn't bother trying to reply knowing he wasn't done.

"You were supposed to call us as soon as you landed, It's been a whole day!" Kevin was frustrated and scared and I get it but I didn't need this. I needed a hug, a warm voice to sooth me through this mess I had somehow fallen into and now found myself unable to get out.

"I know, I'm sorry" I began but was interrupted.

"No, I really don't think you know." He insisted.

"I am running on like ten cups of Joe, three Red-bull's, two packs of Rolo's and half of a very odd tasting Monster that was in the fridge all because I thought my sister who just found out she is engaged to the Prince of Denmark might miss and call her family!" exclaimed Kevin finally taking a breather.

I knew I should have called home sooner especially knowing how my brother could get about things but I just couldn't bring myself to doing so. The idea of dialing a simple number to connect me back to where I should have never left just seemed like an odd example of masochism.

I sighed as I mentally prepared myself to respond still unsure of what to say but just as I was about to open my mouth my other half did it for me.

"Look, I know that you've had a rough last few days especially now that you're over there so far from home and all but if-if you can't find the time to call for whatever reason it might be please just send a text or email or just something to let us know you're okay, please?" pleaded Kevin.