wanting the past || SCARLETT

[ROWAN ALEXANDER STANFORTH]

OOC: This takes place before Scarlett and Rowan were taken.

He couldn't sleep. He could never sleep nowadays, and he knew it was because of his incessant worry over his father and the tasks that had been left undone. He shouldn't be trying to sleep any longer. He should be up and doing something that would be useful to the kingdom. Besides, if he did the work now, then his father wouldn't have to worry about finishing it tomorrow. Decision made, the young prince pushed himself up from his rather comfortable bed, trying not to miss the warmth that it had given him. The stone floor was freezing beneath his feet, so he did his bes to hurry and dress. Pulling on his regular black outfit, he strapped on his boots and made sure that his swords were on his back as well. He never went anywhere without them in all honesty, not even in his own home. One could never be too careful.

But Rowan finished getting ready and made his way to his father's study. Only Rowan and his father had the key that would open the great oak doors, and Rowan was glad for that. Then he could still get in and get things done for his father. And that is exactly what he did now. Rowan sat himself down at the desk and started going through the mountains of paperwork that had been stacked upon the desks. Then they would still need to see the people tomorrow so that they could voice their complaints and their needs to King Stanforth and his son. Rowan would welcome that easily, for it was the easiest way to understand and know the citizens. He loved interacting with them, for it was his favorite part. The young man stayed in the study for three hours finishing what needed to be done, and looked to the great windows. The sun was going to rise soon. And he didn't want to miss it at all. Standing, he cracked his stiff bones and joints and made his way out of the castle. He happened onto the stables in another moment and looked to his friesian stallion. Haligan was a well known war horse in the area, and Rowan was proud to call the stud his. Rowan had trained him since he was just a colt.

He saddled the stallion up, and they were soon on their way. Rowan didn't want to waste another moment inside when he could be out. The sun was beginning to rise over the distant mountains, and Rowan closed his eyes for a moment as the warm light started kissing his tired face. This was what he got for not sleeping. He usually didn't sleep most nights, and people were starting to notice. His father and the trusted guards and Lords were noticing the most, but Rowan always brushed it off. However, above everyone else, Scarlett was noticing how exhausted he looked. He was losing weight and just not himself because of all of the work he was doing and the stress that he was under. He would never admit there was a problem however, so he wished anyone luck getting him into a bed. Shaking his head slowly, he asked Haligan to canter forward. The stallion went willingly, arching his neck and striding out rather gracefully. Hal was known for his pretty appearance but his tremendous attitude and strength. The horse was hard to handle, but Rowan did it with ease most of the time. As his rider asked him to run forward, Haligan bucked slightly but strung himself out, galloping the rest of the distance to their favorite spot. Rowan slowed Haligan to let him cool out a mile before they reached the point.

It didn't take them very long to reach it, and once they did, Rowan couldn't believe the sight. The rising sun was splashing reds and purples, as well as oranges and other colors into the sky around them. Smiling slightly to himself, he pat Haligan's neck and steadied the black stud. Dismounting, he removed Hal's bridle and saddle, knowing the horse wouldn't mind the graze, even if there wasn't much to pick on up here because of the cold months. The horse went happily anyway, leaving Rowan alone to stand at the edge of the bluff. He used to come here all of the time. Now this was the first time in a month. Sadness filled him for a moment. He used to come here all of the time with his mother. He and his mother had been close, and he missed her more with each passing day. Crossing his arms, he stood still, breathing in the crisp morning air. He knew his mother was with him, but it wasn't the same. Bringing the familiar necklace out from beneath his light armor, Rowan stared at the cross intertwined with the feather. It was his mother's, and it was extremely unique. He loved it, and it gave him strength and peace.

"I think I need you mother. I'm afraid. I'm afraid for father, and for Lydel. What if I'm not ready?"

He whispered to the wind, and to the sky. He wasn't ready. He couldn't take over the kingship if his father passed. He was already doing most of the work, but his father was always there to guide him. Rowan was a lot more intelligent than he gave himself credit for, and his knowledge of battle tactics rivaled that of the general. He knew how to rule, and he knew the inside and out of the army and moves. He could do it, but he'd never give himself that credit. He felt hopeless, and he just couldn't fail his people.

[SCARLETT CRAVEN]

She stared at the bed where her father was laying, sick, pale, and with out voice, she almost felt the tears running down her cheek. She cleaned them with her rude hand, she disliked so much to see her father in that way. She wondered what would her mom do in this case. She knelt by his side, her father didnt had enough strenght, but he managed himself to caress the hair and cheek of his only daugther. He smiled at her, she was brave, she was unique, she was beautiful, and over all, she was more that he could ever imagine. She was so much more than him, and far from being upset, he was so proud of her. "Dont fear the tomorrow my child, my angels will lead you now" He said as he smiled again. She sobbed and then coughed, she had been a little sick lately too. She was going from Kingdom to Kingdom, she had been fighting with thieves around the forest, she had to take care of Sir Lionel business, old friends that were arriving. She disliked to leave her father every morning, and dont know if she will be abble to return by night. For sure he had a woman that was always taking care of him. Giving him his meds, the food, the water.

"I have a present for you" his father told her as he waved at the lady that always took care of him. The woman gave a purple dress to Scarlett. "It was from your mother" the Knight spoke gently as the lady placed the dress in Scarlett´s hands. She felt something so unexpected in her stomach, like if all this years she had been pretending she never had a mother, that she never needed one. That she was just a boy trapped in a girl´s body. She realized she wasnt one. She tried to smile to her father, but she couldnt help it, she broke in tears. She hugged her father and barely whispered. "I miss her" Indeed she missed her mother, who wouldnt miss such lovely beings.

She wore the purple dress and looked at herself in the mirror, she felt awkward, she wasnt used to have "the wind touching her naked legs" it send her shivers down her spine. She needed to talk to someone, unfortunately, she didnt had someone to talk to, so she decided to ride with Hope, her white horse, to the place where Rowan and her used to spend so many time, they liked to watch the sun raising from the ashes, and the sun falling into the sea.

She ride to the wilderness of Lydel, exactly to the Brightston Point. She pat her horse´s neck and barely smiled. One thing about Scarlett was that she barely smiled, her only smiles were sarcastic and cold. Sometimes she had a rude personality, but it was to hide her feelings from the others, she disliked when someone mocked at her just for being woman and over all young. At her 19 years she felt mature enough. But life kept teaching her things, eveyday lessons. And there she was, looking for some peace. But as she walked, she saw someone, and she could reconize that figure everywhere. Rowan.

She walked to him, perhaps he was sad too. With all this things going on, who wouldnt? She saw him holding his necklace, she looked at her dress. Both were carrying something about their mothers. Both raised by mans, both raised by swords. He was like a brother, a friend, but she didnt wanted to make a huge bond with him. Because he was going to be the King anytime soon, and she wasnt more than just a Knight. She placed her gaze on him, then she looked at the sun raising. And heard his words. He thought he wasnt ready. She believed he was. "I believe you are" she tried to smile gently, but she couldnt. As she saw him holding that necklace so tight, she only thought of her own mother. She missed her so much.

She bit her lip, she disliked crying infront of people. She disliked showing her pain to others, she wasnt weak. Lately she had been feeling depressed and sick, when people is about to die, the soul feels it, and days before you can feel it, its like knowing that you will die soon. She didnt wanted to die, but she knew the day was soon coming. She felt so worried, Rowan and her had been through so much that she only wanted to lay on her bed and forget about everything, but her sense of responsability was so powerful that, that was the main reason she was still there.

She looked at Rowan, his gorgeous figure, his handsome looks, his deep and warm eyes, his sick and pale skin, everything was so different, but he was still the same, she knew he was worried, and so was she. But break in tears wasnt going to help in anything. But her heart was asking for that, her soul needed to break out, she needed to break away, her tiny arms embraced him, she had never done that before, just once, when they were kids, that she fell in combat and her leg started to bleed, she was 7 years old, she was scared, and then Rowan ran to her, and cleaned her wound, but she was still scared, Rowan smiled gently at her and embraced her so tight, he held her small body against his, and since then, never had hugged her like that.

But now, she felt the same thing that she felt so many years ago, she didnt felt scared anymore, she felt protected, even knowing that she could handle herself in everything, sometimes we need to break out and show our feelings, because we dont know when our life is going to end. People wanted more time, while the only thing she asked for, was more life. She felt warm in there, she could feel his hear beat. She ran her hands trough his back and held him so tight, so he could never go away, she closed her eyes. His smell was so intoxicating, she smiled, she did smiled. It was to easy to do that, why she stopped doing that years ago? Oh yes. She was just a normal girl in the crowd. He was sooner or later be the king.
She suddenly broke the hug and stared at his eyes, she melted in them, but then she just nodded and looked to the ground. "I...-Are you fine?" she mumbled. She crossed her arms in her chest, feeling the cold winter air, her hair moving, she couldnt look at his eyes, not now. She felt ridiculous now. "Im sorry about that" she barely said as she closed her eyes and felt the warm heat of the sun her face.

[ROWAN ALEXANDER STANFORTH]

He was full of indecisions and worries, and he honestly didn't know where his life would take him now. He didn't know where he would be next week, or even tomorrow. He also didn't know how his father would be the next day or tomorrow. He willed him to live, but he just couldn't control the fate that had been laid out for them. He couldn't survive without his father. The relationship that Rowan and King Stanforth had now was extremely strong, and they were extremely close. Rowan could tell his father anything, and he felt comfortable telling him everything. He could speak his mind and not be punished. He could state his opinions and his ideas and he knew that he would never be judged for it. Rowan was important to his father, and his father meant the world to him. Losing him would devastate the young Prince, and he was sure that Lydel would suffer along with him. Without the elderly Stanforth, Lydel just wouldn't be the same. Rowan didn't have faith in himself, even though he would never show that side to his people. He would never let them see him doubt himself.

Rowan sighed softly, tightening his grip on the necklace between his fingers. He tightened his grip so much that it left an imprint on his palm, and it was obvious that something was troubling him. He wasn't really paying attention to his surroundings, and he figured that the nose behind him was Haligan. Who else would venture up to the point when it was this cold? Besides, he wasn't at a popular place of the point. This place you had to struggle through the thick foliage, and sometimes it was almost near impossible to get to. The only people who could get there easily were Scarlett and Rowan. They had found a secret path for themselves, and they never hesitated to use it. That was where Rowan had gone, for he really didn't want to face anyone at the moment. It was his time to be alone and he had desperately needed it. But as the silence surrounded him, a female voice cut through it, sending chills up and down his spine. He didn't jump in fright, but it had surprised him. Of course he wasn't afraid, for he recognized that tone immediately. However, he wished she hadn't heard him speaking. Turning slightly to look back at her, he was suddenly taken aback at what he saw.

"Scarlett. You look beautiful."

He said honestly, hoping that would clear her mind of the words that she heard him speak. He prayed she hadn't heard the whole set of words, and just that last part. However, the fact that she believed in him gave him small encouragement. If Scarlett thought that he could do it then maybe he actually could. Maybe he just had to have a little more faith in himself and he'd make it through. Taking a deep breath, he exhaled softly and let his gray eyes rest on her bright blue gaze. There was something wrong. He could sense it from a mile away. Furrowing his brow, he was about to question her, but she was walking forward and didn't stop where he thought she would. Instead, she encircled her arms around him, and Rowan was a bit surprised. But he took warmth and comfort from her embrace, and he felt his heartbeat increase as she remained close to him. His arms went around her in return, and he held on tightly, but comfortably. He didn't want to let her go, and he closed his eyes for a moment as they embraced. With Scarlett so near, he knew everything would be alright. Somehow, someway, he just knew.

All too soon she broke their contact, and she seemed embarrassed by what she had done. He gave her a soft smile, letting her know that he was completely alright with the touch. He had missed her. And he wished that he could be with her more often. Rowan was finding that he had feelings for this young woman deep within his heart. And lately, they had been surfacing. He was confused because they had grown up together as brother and sister would, but now he felt so much more than that. He cared deeply for Scarlett, and he was constantly worried because of her job. He couldn't bare to lose her either. He reached a hand forward as she spoke to him, asking if he was alright, and then quickly apologizing for her embrace. His hand rested gently on her cheek, and his thumb rubbed her soft skin for a moment.

"You have nothing to apologize for. But I can sense something's troubling you. What is it? Come here."

She looked like she was about to cry, and that was never a good thing. He gently lifted his hand from her face to take hold of her hand. He attempted to pull her closer to him, and as he did so, he stepped forward. His arms wrapped around her once more, and he knew he wanted to do more than just hug her. He wanted to kiss her, and to let her know that he cared so much more for her. He wanted to never let her go. Taking a deep breath, Rowan exhaled softly and then held her close. He needed her just as much as she needed him. Rowan didn't want to be just friends anymore. Status and roles didn't matter anymore to him. He was the Prince. He could love a knight, and he always would. He couldn't change the fact that he cared so deeply about her, and he certainly didn't want to or plan to anytime soon. Stepping back from their embrace once more, he gently took hold of her face between his palms. Resting his forehead upon hers, he spoke with a small smile on his face. Well, it was now or never.

"You know I care about you, don't you?"

[SCARLETT CRAVEN]

She wanted so badly to break into pieces, she felt so lonely so disenchanted of life, she didnt knew what was hapening, if she would be able to have a life, far from the swords, even if she loved to fight. Even a hero needs someone to save him. And she wasnt the hero, this time she just prayed she could save Rowan, he was the hero. She would die if anything happened to him, ever. And that hug only made her more vulnerable. He said she looked beautiful, she didnt knew how to react, no one had ever thought that. She felt her eyes going wet. But she was a warrior, and warriors are not allowed to cry or show their feelings. And she was just being an open book to Rowan. Someday everything would be fine, everything needed fall into place. Even if she were not alive to see it. Rowan needed to be. He was the future.

She couldnt think of other thing, she embraced herself, trying to hold every single piece of her. Rowan was there, 10 years later, he was still there, sharing his spot with her, sharing battle field with her. Sharing his warm arms with her. She bit her lip. She just wanted to run away and get lost, and if it was inside his arms, then she wouldnt reject the fact of being lost. She could live in there, the few seconds she tasted his arms were enough to know that everything he did was beautiful, everything he did was right. She looked at him, his gray eyes met her eyes once again. And this time it wasnt just to talk about Xaranth, about Lydel, about the war. This time she saw more than that, and she knew he saw her soul. If her soul could talk, Rowan would already know how fast hear heart was beating, how impressed she was by his face, she never realized how handsome he was, his gentle smile never dissapeared. Now she finally understood why he was chased by all those fans, why every girl screamed his name as he rided in Haligan.

She finally saw how gorgeous was. And above all, she finally got to know the real Rowan Alexander Stanforth. He was so gentle and kind, he was so brave, and loving, and so tender with everyone, he was always wiling to help people. He was there for everyone, and who knows... if someone was there for him. She finally understood everything. She wouldnt laugh of his fans since now. Because what ever he used, what ever he said, he had done something in her, he had poisoned her trough the years, and now she was intoxicated of love. All those fights they had, all those challenges, the horse rides they used to take as a challenge.

Everything, and nothing.

She was in love. That was the feeling she had been carrying on all this days, thats why she had been crying, thats why she looked at herself in the mirror, thinking of how to do her hair. She bit her lip as she realized those facts. She had never loved someone, she had never been kissed, she didnt even knew that she was able to love. She looked at his eyes, was he making some kind of magic in her? Because it was working pretty well.

As he spoke, he asked if she had something, and then she was suddenly embraced again. She felt the tears runing down her cheek. But she couldnt focus on her own problems, she was only thinking in... no. Nevermind. She wasnt thinking, she was just enjoying the warm arms that were around her, his heart racing, and making a melody, his smell, he did smelled good. His warm chest. His strong arms, his tiny waist. She held her hands on his back, almost falling to his waist. She couldnt even speak, she didnt knew what to say, she was under the spell of love. She always had something to say. She always had something to refuse, to critize, and this time she didnt even had the voice to speak. Then again he spoke and she smiled, she did smiled. He cared about her. But how much could he care? just as a knight to a knight, perhaps even a friend to a friend. But in normal life, it was a knight to a prince.

What could she tell him? She couldnt complain about her life issues, she will had just to endure it, he had big problems and he wasnt like crying outside in someone´s shoulder. This just proved how weak she was and how mature he was to handle things. He had nothing to prove. He would be a perfect King, he had the noble heart to be one. Somehow she managed to speak over his shoulder. She wasnt breaking the hug, not at all. She felt so secure inside them. She was sure that anytime she could fall into pieces.

"Yes. I know Rowan" she managed to say, then she sighed in relief "My problems are tiny compared to yours, dont worry. I will have to endure them, Ive been enduring them since the begining of my life" she said honestly, just at the end her voice turned a little sarcastic. She couldnt let it go, her dark humor was basic in her. She said as she tried to clean her tears but she couldnt, he was to tall and her hand was trapped in his waist. She then turned her head to look for her hand, and when she finally found it she turned to see Rowan, but his face was to close to hers.

She coudl feel his breath in hers, his nose was almost caressing her, his eyes met hers, and her lips almost touched his, they were so close, why did he had to be so handsome, so cute, lovely, gentle, kind, and all that pretty stuff? She knew that even if he had his face deformed, she would still love him as she was doing it right now. She didnt know why, but she couldnt keep her eyes off him. "Rowan..." a small whisper made her lips open while her eyes melted with his. While her hands discovered another body, just in front of her. One of her hands restes on his neck, caressing his hair. It was soft, she felt about to faint.

[ROWAN ALEXANDER STANFORTH]

He didn't know how Scarlett managed to find him, but he was glad that she had ventured up here on this early morning. He had thought that he needed to be alone, but he knew now that that wasn't the truth. Rowan needed to be with someone who knew him inside and out, and who cared for him. He knew that the friendship he shared with her was real, and it was sacred. He could tell her anything and she could tell him everything. He would go to her when he was in need of someone to talk to, or just to have someone to listen to him. Likewise, he would always listen to her, no matter what time of the day or night it was. The major point was, Rowan trusted her and always would. He trusted the girl with his life, and he would never want to jeopardize their relationship. But now, he knew there was something else that he felt for her within his heart. Now, he knew that he loved her and he always would, no matter what. It had just taken him all of this time to realize he cared.

His mother had known. Someone that woman had known Scarlett and Rowan would end up together. It was a match that seemed absolutely perfect to her, and the woman had said that repeatedly to anyone who would listen to her, especially King Stanforth. The things that Scarlett had done for the royal family, as well as the things that her father had done made her and him royal in a sense. She didn't care about status or titles. She wanted that girl to be with her son, and she had thought that on her death bed as well. She made her opinions known to everyone, and had always managed to embarrass Rowan when she spoke to him of finding a lover. She told him that his father needed a son, and Rowan just couldn't believe she was pushing that issue as hard as she was, especially with Scarlett. They were friends. They were dueling partners. They were companions on the battlefield. He watched her back and she watched his back. That was how it always was. And now everything was changing because of the ideas his mother had put within his head.

Pushing those thoughts aside, he just held her now, knowing that she was in pain for some reason. He wanted to be able to take that pain away from her and make it his own so she no longer had to suffer. He wanted to be here for her as much as he possibly could and be able to put her at ease. That was what he was here for in all honesty. Rowan took in a deep breath, and as he did so, he could smell the perfume she wore. It was light, but it was sweet, and it was a smell that he had begun to recognize long ago. Whenever he smelt that it always brought a smile to his face because he knew she was on her way. A small smile played upon his lips now, but it was a sober moment, and he wasn't going to ruin it. He was just filled with happiness because he was finally realizing and admitting his love for her. Hearing her words, he listened but couldn't help but think to himself. She didn't know. She didn't know how much he truly cared for her, but he was going to let her know now. He was worried that she didn't feel the same way, but he would never know unless he made the first move. He was just going to have to work up the courage to tell her. Fighting her was a completely different story. He could do that without a problem. But this was a whole new field for the both of them, and it was a bit frightening. He spoke up in response to her other words now, however, trying to bring her comfort and solace, as well as a shoulder to lean on. He would always be here for her.

"Do not ever believe that your problems are tiny or insignificant compared to mine, Scarlett. There is no truth to that statement. Tell me, I will always be here for you. Always."

He finished quietly, wanting her to tell. As he pulled away to look at her and take her face between his hands, he saw the tears falling. His fingers reached up to her cheeks, and he gently wiped them away. He didn't want to see her in this much pain because he honestly felt badly for her. He wanted to be able to help her but if she wouldn't talk to him about what was troubling her than it was out of his hands. He knew that she had to be under a ton of stress with the Legion looming dangerously in the background, as well as working with the Lords. She was protecting the royal family and fighting battles. Rowan would be out fighting with her, and protecting his father, but it was a lot on her shoulders. She was a young woman after all. It was to say nothing against her gender, for Scarlett was as impressive as the next male knight in her league, but it was still a lot. She was young. This was a lot on her shoulders, and Rowan wanted to help in any way that he could. It was true he had a lot on his plate too, but he wanted to support her.

"It'll be alright, Scarlett, I promise. I'm always going to be here for you. No matter what happens."

He finished quietly and then continued to hold her. It was then that he pulled away and gently rested his forehead on hers. His eyes searched hers, and when she spoke his name, he found that he could no longer contain his urges. He wanted to be with her, and he wanted her to know how much he cared about her. Her saying his name seemed to spur him forward, and he lost himself. In another moment, he leaned forward and his lips gently met hers in a soft, yet passionate kiss. The feeling that overcame him was like no other that he had ever experienced before, and he knew that it was the love inside of him. He let the kiss last another moment before suddenly realizing what he had done. What if she hadn't wanted that? Fear rippled through him, for he had a feeling he had just ruined whatever friendship they had. Pulling away, he stepped back a few steps and stood, his eyes shocked and his chest rising and falling as he breathed rather quickly. He couldn't believe he had just done that, but he found he wanted to do it again. He had to stop. She had given him no sign of wanting that.

"Scarlett, I'm so sorry. Please, forgive me...I..I don't know what...I'm sorry."

He didn't know what else to say. He was shocked that he had done that, but he was even more shocked that he wanted to do it again. He wanted to hold her until she no longer felt the worries and the constraints of their society and her job. His grey eyes searched for her gaze, wondering and praying that this was alright.

[SCARLETT CRAVEN]

It felt so good to be inside his arms, she disliked so much the idea of break that hug, she for once felt like life was giving her a break from her duties, her job. Though it was pathetic that she was there complaining about her job, when he was like her boss. She bit her lip thinking that she should just shut her mouth. But if she needed to complain about life, and he would hug her for every complain, then she would be glad to make a list, a never ending list, so she could always be with him. She started to have flash backs of their past. She smiled at the thought. She had always loved to be near him, no matter if he were talking or dogs, or horses. Business or nature. He always had something to say and over all something smart and wise. He was like King Stanforth in that way. He never spoke with out thinking his words first. Because he knew that word that came out, could never return.

She looked at his face, he was so charming, this whole time she laughed about his fans, were nothing more than jealous. She smiled at the simple thought of that, how silly, she was jealous of the girls that could catch his eye. He was 26, he needed to get married sooner or later. She wondered who would be the lucky one. She didnt liked that thought so she leaned her head upon his shoulder and closed her eyes. As more tears came to her cheek. What was happening? What was making her cry? She already knew that she was so in love with Rowan, what more could make her cry? Was that feeling of having no life? Perhaps that was what had been hunting her all this days.

She couldnt leave this to the yesterday, why to live life from dream to dream, and fear the day when the dreams end. She wanted to fly away, with him, and forget about everything, she suddenly had the rush to do things that she had never done before. She wanted to cook, she wanted to dance, to sing, to love. Her time was running away, and her life was just full of duty, death and honor. And she was ok with that, she had grown up doing the right thing, but when you do the right thing, what happens with the things you want? What should we do? The right thing, or what we want? All this time she had been doing her duty, the right thing, but this time, she was going to break the rules, she was going to do what she wanted. She knew that her days were counted. She couldnt leave this life with out knowing how love was supposed to be.

Was it truth? Were fairy tales telling the truth? Was she able to dream? Was Rowan that prince? Was she that princess? Of course she wasnt. She was scared, and she would never admit it, perhaps about to die she could say it, but not right now. It was a weak moment, she was vulnerable. She had so much to prove. "No matter what?" she asked curiously, as he held her tight inside his delightful arms. She bet he could feel her desperate urge to be with him, her fingers were scratching his back, she was discovering another part or Rowan Alexander.

As she looked at his eyes, they were hazel? Blue? Green? she could fins a thousands of colors in them. But then she was caught in the middle of a soft and passionate kiss. So this is how it felt? A kiss. She ran her hand trough his messy light brown hair. She closed her eyes and to her, that kiss was so much more than she had ever expected. She could feel his soft lips, his warm face, she felt her stomach going crazy, her heart was about to get out of her chest. But nothing lasts forever.

As he pulled back, she opened her eyes and closed her mouth, she froze in there, looking at him, her pale skin turned red and she looked to other side, she was so embarrassed. She didnt started the kiss, but she continued with him. She knew him enough to know that he wasnt ´playing with her. But what if he just wanted to unleash his passionate soul with her, since he didnt had a girlfriend or someone else. He apologized, he was shocked, and she... she was just so lost in her thoughts. So many ideas, so many stories, she was doing inside her head. Suddenly she realized that all the time she was thinking, she was wondering.. What if... What if...

This time was not going to be like that. She closed her fists and took some air as she looked back at him, he was truly sorry, but she wasn't going to forgive him. There was no reason to forgive him, he had just gave her the most exciting moment of her life. Even more exciting than fight. She walked to him slowly as he fists remain closed. As she stood in front of him, the urge to kiss him was just so much. She looked into his grey eyes.. "What have you done to me" she said softly as she moved closer to him. Her eyes were curious, but she was so lost in that kiss, that she couldnt even fight against him, or tell him that he shouldnt play with others feelings. But his smell drove her mad again, she closed her eyes, she bit her lip and then opened her eyes again to face those lips.

"Kiss me" she said softly.