WARNING! Please don't read this if you haven't finished reading The Heir, Kiera Cass's newest addition to The Selection trilogy. It was simply amazing, I just finished it and had a personal favorite selected that I wanted to write about. So please enjoy my addition to the rather abrupt ending of The Heir. I loved the book, don't get me wrong, I just wished she would of written more. Anyways, enjoy what I had added. I hope you like it.

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Eadlyn's POV

I took a long look in the mirror at my latest design. Neena made my simple design so much more spectacular for my date. I don't know how she did it, she had such good taste in the fashion world. We shared that in common. I smoothed out the airy, sky blue dress that clung to me just right. It had Cut-out triangles on the side, exposing a small portion of my tanned skin and had thin straps holding it up. It was simply beautiful, Neena did a wonderful job turning my vision into something real.

I had a date with Hale today, the first date I will go on since Mom had a heart attack. She was doing much better lately, but was still resting in bed. Daddy wouldn't let her leave, insisting all work that he needed to get done be brought to their room so he could make sure she was okay. I admired their relationship so much, and I secretly always wanted what they had. I just never had the guts to admit that to myself. But after the thought of losing Mom right after losing Ahren, I realized that I needed more people to love in my life. And I was determined to find The One.

My date with Hale consisted of brunch in the gardens. I felt like somehow, mom's scare made me want to be closer to her and I knew the gardens always brought her solace and peace when she needed it. I felt like if I had a date there, the stress and nerves that overflew in me like a volcano during dates would lessen. I don't know why I had such a big problem with me opening myself to others. The mental wall I built around myself was so high I don't think I even know how to start taking it down. I met Hale in front of the garden's doors. He was dressed in a light blue dress shirt that was rolled up at the sleeves and had the top button undone. He paired this stylish shirt with black dress pants and shoes.

"You look stunning Eadlyn." he said so softly it was almost a whisper.

"You clean up well yourself. You look almost as good as I do." I said daringly, knowing that the only way I would get through this competition would be to be myself all the time. No barriers, no lies.

He smiled to himself, almost in approval of his answer before answering, "I don't think I ever even come close to your beauty Eadlyn."

I was flattered by his comment, and blushed a little, looking down at my feet. It felt nice to just express my feelings, rather than keep them bottled up inside me. It felt like a large weight was lifted off my chest whenever I just felt. He pulled out my chair for me on the patio in the garden. A sweet little brunch was set up for us. We skipped breakfast together and slept in a little bit on our own. We then met up for a late meal together. Biscuits, fruit, sausage, eggs, bacon, juice, milk, everything yummy was set out for us to dig right into.

"Thank you, Eadlyn, for inviting me out on this date. Our first and last date didn't go too well, and for that I'm truly sorry-"

"Stop, Hale. It was my fault that date ended so quickly and rudely. I do like you. And I'm hoping this date will make up for the last one. I'm not ready to talk about everything with you yet, it takes time for me. I just don't open up quickly." I said shyly, heat flushing my cheeks. I didn't want to talk about this, but I felt like I had no other choice but to truthfully talk together.

"Let's move past it." He said strongly, but sweetly. I nodded, "I'd love that."

A few hours later, Still in Eadlyn's POV

My date with Hale was sweet. We talked about things like designing clothing, and our favorite parts of the palace. Even though he knew I was trying to open up, he didn't push me with the hard things. He mostly created small talk that he knew I was comfortable with. He was amazing that way. But the date felt awkward, and oddly unsatisfying though. I felt like the whole time we were together that I was in foreign grounds. The gardens were my parents place. It felt like I was violating there memories with this sweet but awkward date.

I was heading back up to my room to put away my sketches that I had shared with Hale today. I was walking to my room when I saw Kile closing the door to his old room. He had sketches of his own in his hand. That dorky crooked grin I had grown so fond of spread across his face. I couldn't help but smile back at him, he looked so gosh darn cute with his ruffled up hair. But I could feel my eyes being drawn to those soft lips that I wanted to crash against mine. I shook my head ever so slightly to myself, as if to stop myself from feeling that. Kile was a friend, at the least. The kisses I received from him were only because of something that had to happen. They didn't mean anything I told myself.

"How are you?" I asked politely, stopping to talk when we met up.

"Good, just grabbing some old sketches to look at. You?"

"Good, just had a date with Hale." His face dropped the slightest bit but returned to its goofy self when I asked, "Can I look at some of your sketches?"

He nodded happily as tugged his arm to his room. I felt comfortable there, it felt like a home rather than a house there.

We plopped down on his soft couch after shutting the door. I examined the different sketches he had in his hands and commented on the ones I loved more than words could describe. He would look up at me for approval every now and then when the moments got silent.

We had been looking at his work for what felt like hours before he looked up at me again. When he did I pressed my lips to his and kissed him harder than I intended to. "Ow" he mumbled between a kiss. I pulled back immediately and stared into his eyes. "Sorry. My lip's a little sore still." he said. Not sorry for talking in the middle of our kiss, but because that word had ended it so quickly. "No, I'm sorry." I said softly. My eyes not leaving his.

"Where was that from?" He asked with a cute smirk on his face.

"I've decided to stop hiding my feelings. I'm much happier when I don't." I said firmly.

"Oh really?" he said. I nodded, a giggle escaping me. "And what do you want to do right now?"

"This." I said with playful face. I smashed my lips against his. I tilted my head to the right and ran my hands through his hair once before resting my arms wrapped around his neck. As he kissed me, he used his hands on my back to pull me closer to him until I was sitting right in his lap. It was kind of an odd, new situation for me, but I couldn't describe the euphoria I felt.

Our mouths moved against each other heatedly, a hot passion that I didn't know was capable of being felt. Not breaking our kisses, he used one hand to lower me beneath him, hovering about the couch. He used the other hand to forcefully throw aside all the sketches that cluttered the couch. Once it was clear he rested me gently underneath him. Our kisses slowed down, not becoming more bored, but more meaningful. They turned from a white hot fire into melted sugar, something so sweet I felt myself swoon. He rested on top of me, but hovered slightly, to keep himself from crushing my delicate body. His hands combed through my dark hair as he kissed me. I felt limp in his embrace, like a puppet only he could control. His hands rested in my hair as he left a small trail of kisses from my mouth to my chin to my neck to my chest. I felt goose bumps raise on my arms. I was not princess, queen to be right now. I did not have duties to fulfill right now. I did not have a Selection that toyed with my heart and mind. I had Kile. I had his love. And I couldn't ask for anything more.

He slowly made his way back up to my lips and left a long, heart fluttering kiss on my lips before pulling up. I kept my eyes closed, wanting to hold on to this moment forever. As my eyes remained shut, he brushed back fallen pieces of my hair behind my ear. He kissed my nose and I opened my eyes to find him already staring into them with a look so boyish, yet so masculine. I felt like a china doll in his arms, so beautiful and so delicate. A blush rose to my cheeks and he smiled. We didn't need to say anything. He pulled me back up on top of him, my heart and body took over my mind as I straddled my legs around him, crashing my lips to his again. I couldn't help myself. I had to have more of him. He kissed me harder, more aggressively than before while standing up effortlessly with my legs around him. He walked me over to the wall where he pressed my back against it. My legs fell from being around him to the ground, where I weakly stood. The only thing that was holding me up was his body. He left no room between myself and him. His large hand held my face up to his while the other held the wall, ensuring I stayed right where he wanted me. I couldn't believe this was happening. My date with Hale completely disappeared from my mind, and I didn't feel an ounce of guilt knowing he was nothing like Kile.

Our breathing intensified, getting more and more passionate. I couldn't take it, I needed more of him. It was like an unquenchable thirst inside me. Reading my thoughts, he lifted me off the ground over to his bed. As forcefully as he picked me up, he threw me down onto his bed. It wasn't rough, just assertive. I liked it. Not one of the Selected had ever taken the reigns when with me. This act of masculinity made me feel even more adored and feminine than he already made me feel. He looked at me with eyes that had slight hesitation in them. Like he needed to make sure he wasn't overstepping his grounds. I nodded at him. I was laid out on the bed while he stood at the edge, looking at me with adoring eyes. I sat up and grabbed the lapel of his shirt and pulled him down onto me, kissing him again. Every kiss felt different, yet equally amazing, and equally full of tenderness, fierceness, and passion at the same time.

As much as I loved that he was being a little aggressive with me, I was going to be queen. So I had to take the reigns back. I rolled him over to where he was underneath me then broke the kiss, my delicate but forceful hand on his large chest. With the other hand I shook my finger at him as if he had been a naughty boy.

"Now, I can't let you get too rough with me now can I. If I come out of here looking too ruffled up, people might question what's really going on in here." I said playfully.

With a frustrated look, he said, "And what exactly is going on in here?" His frustration turned into an excuse to kiss me before I could respond. He pulled me back on top of him, our lips molding to each others in a much softer way than they had a minute ago. These kisses were longer, more full of sweetness. I sat up with him, my legs once again wrapped around him. My dress lifted up as we moved, exposing my stomach and the small shorts hidden under my dress. His eyes caught my exposed skin and he brushed it with his thumb softly. A small wave of panic fluttered through my head before he pulled my dress back down, and resumed our kiss. Relief swept over me that he had respect for me. What was wrong with this boy? I tried to muster up any problem that he actually had but I couldn't find anything that justified my indifference towards him as a child.

Our kissing comes to an end when my stomach gurgles quite louder than I expected. A laugh escaped him, breaking our lips apart from each other. "Hungry much?" He asked. He continued to laugh at me, but I knew it was a harmless laugh so I joined in, giggling.

"I guess so. I didn't eat much earlier. I didn't want to seem like a pig." I said innocently. But Kile looked slightly upset when I briefly mentioned my date earlier. As to confirm his feelings for me and to confirm that I was his, and his alone, he pressed his lips to mine, and parted once before going in again. Once he pulled back to finish, he left his nose against mine and his eyes closed before telling me, "Let's go get lunch. You sound like you need it." He said with a laugh, the air more light again.

"Let's take it in my room shall we?" I said, with hope in my voice that he would join me alone. I wanted his presence still, even though my lips were a little tired from our...heated moments together.

Did you like it? I hope you did. I realize it's kind of odd to have two dates in one chapter and the romance between Eadlyn and Kile was much longer than I expected so sorry if it kind of went on for a while. Once I start writing its hard to tell when I'm going to stop. Review for any suggestions, comments, or critiques. Thanks for reading.

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