After spending hours, swimming and talking, we had both mutually decided that he could just stay in my room tonight. Nothing mature happened, we just slept besides each other. At first, it was slightly awkward. We laid stiffly next to each other, neither of us knowing what to do. I was a little nervous. Then he turned over and wrapped his arms loosely around me. His growing hair toppled over, his strong jaw indenting the comforter. We had turned off the lights but I could see him from the moon light pouring in through the window. It was as if he was a fairy. Magically sparkling and dazzling in the night. He pressed closer to me and then forced me to fully look at him with a kiss that traveled from my chin to the corner of my lips.
“Goodnight, Kerttu,” he whispered, his parted lips departing the words into the air with a mystical power. The words took a hold on me, unable to respond. “I have to tell you something in the morning.”
“What?” I asked softly, nuzzling his hair.
“It's hopefully good. Don't worry,” he shook it off then gave me a grin. “Get some sleep, okay.”
I fell into a slumber, his body close to mine.
I woke up earlier than he did but I didn't move. I didn't want to wake him. I pressed my head to the soft pillow and just watched. He was a very quiet sleeper and I could also tell that he was a light one. Whenever I had moved last night, his eyes would flutter open and he would make this cute muttering exclamation. Shaan had put his button up on last night, it wrinkling under his slight movement. It was a pretty awesome image. I was beginning to-
“Ah!” I screamed giddily. Shaan was apparently awake and rolled us over until we were on the floor, him on top of me, me under him, and my blanket toppled between us.
“Good morning,” he said mischievously, smirking. “How'd you sleep yesterday?”
“...Perfectly.”
His smirk widened into a smile. “Me too.” We stared at each other for awhile, neither of us saying a word or doing an action.
“I should probably go though,” he said reluctantly. “I don't want Lupita to catch me. I am her favorite but-”
“Who told you you were the favorite? I'm her favorite, always.”
He rolled his eyes, the beautiful globes rotating. “Fine, the favorite of all the men…is what she says in front of you.”
I grabbed a pillow off the top of the bed and hit him with it. “That's not true but you should get going and I should figure out how to get a whole aquarium out of my room.” We forced ourselves to get up and we set up my bed together. He was very good at it, nightly packing the duvet into it's corners.
He massaged the wrinkles out of his button up the best he could and then stood at the day. “Later, Kerttu.” He opened the door and then closed it. “Oh, yeah, the important thing I had to tell you.”
He looked at me, grounding me to my spot. “I love you.”
Then he was gone. Best night ever, I thought, doing my uncoordinated happy dance. 20 minutes later, still dancing, I heard a knock on my door.
“Kerttu.” It was my Mom. “Opened the door.”
I did. “Good morning, Mom!” I have never been in a better mood.
“Kerttu, what is the matter with you?” She was of course talking about the overly large tank and it was then that I noticed Dad was behind her. We held back chuckles as she looked at the pool with a mixture of shock and disgust.
“Dad helped me. It was for a suitor,” I explained.
“Why?” she asked, dumbfounded.
Dad stepped into the room, smiling. “Eadlyn,” I loved how he always showered her name with so much care. “Though this is a proper reaction, we came here with news.” He locked the door behind him and I knew it was serious.
“What's going on?”
Mom turned to me, the tank now far from her mind. “Swendway formally declared war on France last night.”
No.
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Kerttu's Elite - A Sequel
FanfictionKerttu de Koskinen, granddaughter of America Singer, continues her selection. As war rages in France and Swendway and palace attacks continue, will she be able to find true love? #11 in eadlyn All rights reserved to the wonderful Kiera Cass.