Another day another night

Chapter Eight

Laura's POV

Dinner was nice. Nye was pleasant throughout dinner. Comenting how delicious everything was. I felt happy.

Wait. What?

I. Was. Happy?

I don't know how but Nye's compliments were making my hormones crazy. Ha more like whoremones. When did this happen? How? I wonder if that means. No. It can't be. My imagination has gone too far this time. No way in Erililia would that ever happen. Ever.

We all made our way to (in my opinion) the best sitting room. You might as well call it a lounge room. It had multiple flat screen T.V's, game consoles and the comfiest lounges ever. However on the way my family made their excuses and retired to bed. That left me along with Nye. Thankfully when we got to the room my favourite comforter was on one couch. I sat down and curled up where Nye chose the couch opposite so we could 'talk' and 'catch up'. Yay. Note the sarcasm.

Nye's POV

She looked absolutely cute when she snuggled into that couch. All I wanted to do was curl up with her and kiss her.

But I couldn't. Because I was stupid. I am so paying for it now.

I chose the couch closest to her so I could still smell her strawberry scent. It was almost intoxicating!

Awkward silence as I waited for her to speak. Then I realised. I have to give her permission. Stupid law.

"You may speak princess"

"Uhh thanks?" She replied.

I smiled, her voice was like velvet heaven. "Happy birthday for the beginning of the week"

"My goodness!! Thank you Nye"

A smile lit up her face. It was beautiful. I want to always make her smile. Every day. For the rest of her life.

"Your welcome princess"

At the use of her title once again she blushed. Obviously not many actually treated her as her title. Just because she was female. It hurt me so much to think she doesn't get the respect she deserves.

"And thank you once again for that excellent meal!, when did you learn to cook?"

"Well once I was pulled out of school, I had a lot of spare time. I know it's not something becoming of a lady, but I enjoy it, and over the years it has improved greatly, though now I only ever cook for my family unless my father agrees otherwise"

Wow. That was amazing! How can she be degrading herself? She has a skill. A beautiful skill and yet she hides it.

For the next two hours we sat and talked. We also got a couple of video games in. I loved the video games, Laura became less guarded and more like her old self. She was breath taking.

Just before midnight we got up to retire to our own bedrooms. We walked up the staircase in comfortable silence to my room. We said our good nights and just before I turned to walk into my room, she rushed closer and kissed my cheek.

"Thank you" was all she whispered before she disappeared down the corridor.

Oh.

My.

Gosh.