"Wake up, Gaby! It's nine o'clock and beautiful outside!"
Zed stands up on the bed and barks happily at the intrusion.
"No!" I groan, turning on my side and hiding my face under the pillow.
Mina opens the curtains to flood the room with sunlight.
A hyper Zed jumps everywhere, all excited, stomping over me with his thick and heavy paws.
"Ouch! Zed! Stop it!"
I want to go back to sleep and dream of him. My prince. My Luka.
When suddenly, the bed dips behind me with the weight of a big and heavy body. My pillow is yanked out of my face and I'm pulled against a hard warm chest.
"Oh..." My eyes widen instantly, as I feel a warm breath on my neck and soft lips brush my cheek.
Luka... I close my eyes again when he whispers in my ear.
"Every morning, he rises just for her; He burns to touch her skin; He shines to watch her smile."
My breathing hitches.
"Every night, he sets to let her rest; He cools to soothe her body; He darkens to watch her sleep."
He drops one soft kiss to my ear.
"And every day he returns, hoping that it is the one when she'll finally look up to the sky and say... Good morning, sun."
Awestruck and deeply marveled by such voice and poetic words, my chest rises and falls so hard that I'm afraid I may faint.
Who is this boy?
No.
Who is this man? This young poetic and intense soul that had literally owned my heart from the very first moment that our eyes met?
I turn slowly to fall into those mesmerizing eyes that captivated my soul... And it finally hits me...
I'm in love with Luka Kostic, the gypsy prince.
Love...
Yeah...
There's no other explanation for this fire burning inside me.
Joy and fear...
Delight and pain...
Taking a deep breath, I lay my palm on his cheek. His face is so close to mine that I can smell his fresh minty breath.
I accept it... I accept the impossible, yet undeniable truth.
Studying me from under his long eyelashes, Luka presses me into his chest. "Do you like it?"
Unable to breathe a word while still in shock with what I had just come to terms with, I can only bite my lips and nod.
He smiles. "I wrote it for you, last night." He chuckles, looking a little sheepish. "I couldn't sleep, thinking of you. Thinking about today" His fingers caress my back with soft and slow circular motions.
Luka's eyebrows suddenly knit together. "Hey... What's wrong?"
He notices the tears forming in my eyes.
"Mierea?" He cups my cheek but, embarrassed, I hide my face inside the curve of his neck.
I cry quietly and softly while he simply holds me tenderly.
Luka remains silent, allowing me to shed all my pent up tears.
Who is this man? I ask myself, once more. So young and beautiful, inside and out? So strong and confident?
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Romani Prince
RomanceThe Romani prince crashed into my life with his bad boy looks and reputation, invading my heart with his poetic and passionate soul... And then, he was gone... I close my eyes and sigh. "This feels so good. Here, just like this..." Luka caresses...
