I'm not supposed to like him. He's arrogant and loud, he runs around like he owns the place, he always has girls trailing after him pathetically but, I can't help but be immersed by him.
The way he slyly looks at me with those burning green eyes. Whenever he touches me slightly my whole body goes rigid and all I can think about is that touch. He talks with a confident voice that is utterly mesmerising.
I fell guilty and pathetic that I allow myself to think about all these details. It makes me feel weak. He has such control, an unbreakable hold on me, alas, I can't help it.
My only problem is what will people think? I am after all a nobody tactician found in a field. He is a prince. How will people react?
And then... I run into him.
He's beautiful.
I look into his green eyes.
I know.
His hand cups my face, my lips part.
His lips on mine, a small moan escapes me.
Our bodies entwined.
I love him.
He kisses me deeply.
We lay there in perfect harmony.
I kiss his neck.
I am not worthy
But I feel safe.
He's mine.
Our breathing in tune.
Getting dressed is painful
I don't want to leave him.
A last small kiss.
Love.
"I love you Owain."
After I leave his room I am content and fulfilled.
Every touch. Every kiss. Every whisper. I'm alive.
He makes me burn with devotion.
Although it should be wrong, why does it feel so right?
He is my drug. My everything. I don't ever want to lose him. I will hold on to him. I will fight for him.