Anya

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Nineteen

   While keeping her lips firmly sealed against Dimitri's, Anya tried to shuffle closer to him. Both of his hands were firmly placed on her waist, so as she tried to move so that she could kiss him deeper her jerking movements made him stall.

   He pulled away from her with a puzzled expression, his lips lightly bruised from how desperate they were kissing each other, his lips were just hovering above hers as he thought something over.

    Her mind was confused, why did he stop them? She again tried to lean forward again but he shuffled away from her, "No." He commanded.

   Her eyes were downcast in embarrassment as she saw him denying her kiss and it made her almost regret the kiss. She should not be doing this, she was starting to get more annoyed with herself, forgetting how right the kiss felt, how perfect his lips were, how strong his arms - none of that mattered as she slowly put everything into context.

   She may not be able to be Queen anymore but there was a small chance that she still may and she was not going to risk it - she could not. 

   "I am sorry," she breathed and stood up to just get away from him. She knew she could not trust herself to just kiss him again. Her insides had never felt more alive and it was just a kiss. She felt so good, and she thought he enjoyed it but if he can pull away and say no - especially when she could not even form a coherent form straight after made her think only the worse.

   "Why?" He frowned. "Why do you regret it?"

      Her head snapped to his direction, "Can you not see?" She questioned. "It is obvious."

      He stood up, towering like a well-built wall above her, "Because I am merely a peasant to your Princess status." He replied. "You regret it because of who I am."

   She was shocked, she thought he understood, she thought he was being caring towards her not using it against her. Why do people keep thinking ill towards her when she has demonstrated nothing of the sort? "No actually I regretted it because you pulled away and I thought you did not enjoy it, I can most certainly see I was correct." She snapped after standing up to him. 

   Sure she did not reach no way near his height but she was stood on her tip-toes and glaring up at him. "I thought you understood." She ended and turned away from him. She did not want to deal with this, she thought it would be a quiet evening but Dimitri looked far from letting that happen now.

   He caught her wrist and pulled her to his chest, staring into her beautiful, blue eyes he lost himself, she was stuning. Her pale complexion had not a scar or spot, her eyebrows were defined, her eyelashes long and dark, he had never seen someone with so much beauty.

   When he spoke and laughed with her, he only subtely noticed it because her personality always outshone it. It was only in moments like this that he caught a true sight of just her facial features. His eyes travelled past her face and to her neck and shoulders. Although most of her shoulders were hidden with her dress, he just caught sight of scarring on her right shoulder.

   "What is this?" He tenderly took the dress off the shoulder, being careful to not reveal too much and gasped. "Burn marks," he guessed, his thumb gently gazing over them.

   She stepped away from him and she nodded her head, putting the dress back in its place. "When I was a child." She whispered. "I was not even six years old."

   A fire at the palace? That must have been a rare sight. "How? If you do not mind." His anger had started to subside, he barely even remembered why they were arguing.