Chapter 2-- Surprises
A knock sounded on the hard wooden door closing in my room. I sat up from the warmth of my four poster bed, and stretched out my arms. Standing up slowly from the bed, I gave a soft groan as the reality of the day before hit me. I rubbed at my eyes as I walked towards the door. Before I could reach it, my mother decided to open the door herself and let herself in. She bounced in, her jet black curly hair flouncing all over her shoulders. "Here," She said, tossing a letter at me, turning on her heel, and walking out. I let out a breath. "Good morning to you too," I whispered sarcastically. I looked down at the letter she'd tossed onto the desk I had sitting by the door. I wrinkled up my nose slightly at the familiar scrawl of handwriting on the front of the tan colored envelope. A felt a sharp pang in my chest when I realized Aiden had been at the house today, but quickly following that came sharp defiance. It wasn't as if I didn't want to see him, but just the sight of his face, the way his bright blue eyes sparkled when he smiled, just seeing him could throw me off the deep end.
Setting the letter into the safety of my pocket, I headed towards the door. I convinced myself that all I needed was fresh air, but before I knew it, I was requesting the stable boy to rein my horse. It was quite an impossible situation. I turned my head slightly as I heard Jonathan approaching, my horse trotting proudly along next to him. "Much obliged," I told him swiftly before swinging my leg up onto the big white horse. I felt the clacking of her hooves beneath me as we headed towards the creek, which was just a vile reminder of where I was going and who I was to meet there. Aiden was irresistible, and I knew that by now, accepting that I was going to be broken without him was the hard part.
"Mary Alice Brandon," His voice came from down in the trees. I could see the shadow if his figure, and I stepped closer. My full name danced from his lips, and swirled in with the wind. I stepped daintily onto the rock in front of him. He stood up and wrapped his arms around me in a tight hug. "Hey you," he whispered affectionately. "I'm glad you came, I thought you were never going to talk to me again."
I felt the hesitation and anger sliding right out of me and off the expression on my face. I hated it, but there was no way on Earth I could stay mad at him. It just wasn't going to happen. "Not possible," I responded. "I love you too much."
"Do you wish it was possible?"
I shook my head. "Not in a million years." A smile darted across his face, but was quickly replaced by a somber expression I didn't recognize. He lifted my chin, and kissed me gently. I was hesitant at first, but quickly gave in to the intensity he wanted. His hands groped around my neck, and I held him tightly around the waist. He slowly opened up my mouth and I got lost in the heat of the moment. My fingers tangled in his hair. The kiss almost would have frightened me if I wasn't so comfortable in his strong arms. The force that he kissed me with seemed hurried and fearful. When I finally pulled away, my lips tingled. He smiled and kissed my nose softly.
"You're beautiful, you know that?" he whispered.
I tried to find my voice between gasps. "I love you," I said softly. This wasn't exactly like me, usually I was completely in control, but it wasn't exactly my fault that my world was spinning.
Aiden held me close in his arm for what seemed like only seconds, but could have been hours for all I knew. I breathed in the scent of him, and smiled slightly.
"How long?" I asked, my voice shaky. "How long until you leave?"
He looked down at me. "A little less than two weeks."
I nodded. "In that case, I suppose we should make the best of the few days we have left."
He grinned. "Speaking of which, I have a surprise for you."
My eyes brightened. "Which is…?"
He put his arm around my waist. "You will just have to wait and see, dollface." My heart skipped a beat.
"Ah, testing my patience now huh?" I giggled softly. "You know how I am about that."
He raised an eyebrow teasingly. "But this is worth waiting for. I promise." He retorted smoothly.
