Chapter 15: Cohen's POV

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I don't know why, but the thought of Gwen being alone with another guy infuriates me. Actually, her being in any situation with a guy enrages me. It makes me want to act like a caveman and drag her ass back home where I can lock her up and keep an eye on her. At first, I blamed my emotions on the fact that she is so naïve and needs looking after, but I am not sure I can pin my possessiveness to that anymore.

I have to admit though; Gwen speaking in her own language is hot. After struggling and yelling at me with words I don't understand, she has now gone completely silent and is refusing even to look at me. I understand though – I was a massive jerk to her. She has every right to be fuming. I just couldn't take hearing that she had finished her project and was now willingly spending time with the nerd! Does he like her? More importantly, did I miss something and she likes him? My hands have formed impenetrable fists around the steering wheel for just thinking about it. Taking a deep breath, I force myself to calm down.

"Princess, please."

That gets her attention. Instantly her eyes snap to mine as she gives me her most evil glare. Doesn't she know how hot she looks? Her eyes are so beautiful, and could easily become the eighth wonder in this world. They are more than just plain old green. They are the green that brings the earth back to life after an unforgiving cold. The green that revives grass from the harsh conditions of winter. The green that even in the darkest of times can be the light that shows you the way home. They are home. Quickly I shake my head and concentrate on the road, as my thoughts start to get too deep.

"Do not call me that." She hisses. "I am not your Princess."

"Ok, alright, I'm sorry Gwen."

"If you were really sorry you would stop meddling with my life!" She explodes. "Why did you kidnap me? I was perfectly fine and having a wonderful time! You embarrassed me in front of my friend." She complains moodily with a frown on her face. I don't think she knows how cute she looks.

"I'm sorry Gwen... I didn't mean to upset you. I was just worried about you. I know how teenage boys think, and I didn't want you to be take advantage of."

"I'm not a child Cohen! If you really care about me you have come in a respectful, peaceful manner – not like you just escaped from a zoo!"

"I know Gwen, I'm sorry. And I was worried about you, which is why I did it in the first place. You were taking hours to come home and I could just imagine you scared and alone being forced into something you didn't want to do. You're like my... my little sister you know." I explain as I pull into my driveway, although the words taste sour in my mouth.

"Oh... I see." Gwen says quietly, looking a little disappointed.

That's not because I said she was only like a sister to me was it? Was it?

"Will you forgive me?" I ask as I pull to a stop outside my family's mansion.

"It's not just that though Cohen. You constantly treat me badly, one minute we are friends and the next you are shouting at me! I don't want to go through that anymore." She stresses as she turns to face me.

"I know Gwen, I'm sorry." It's because when I'm around you something flutters in my heart, and it's easier to try to ignore it by snubbing you then to deal with it! "I tell you what, why don't we call a truce? I won't shout at you ever again if you forgive me now."

For a moment, I wonder whether Gwen will refuse, as she looks me up and down cautiously and wearily, obviously debating whether she wants to trust me.

"Fine, we can be friends, but I'm warning you mister – this is your last chance!" She informs me, but she starts to smile when she sees my big grin and I pull her into my arms. She feels and smells as if heaven and I cannot help but feel like I never want to let her go.

For the next few days, we become an odd pair of friends, with me helping her in the gym and her helping me with my studies and also correcting my rudeness. I hope becoming friends with Gwen is the right thing to do, as I can feel myself getting closer to her with each passing minute. I have to remember that soon she has to return home to fulfil her duties as a Princess, no matter how much I want her to stay.

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