Hello once again! Sorry for the prolonged wait, school has been hectic. I am running out of ideas for what should happen next, so please tell me! -Alison
Zeta's POV:
Waking up is slow, and as soon as I do I want to go back to sleep. I rub my eyes, trying to remember where I am. Then I remember: There was a rebel attack. I am in the safe room.
I sit up slowly, letting every muscle in my body slowly tense, and then I yawn, stretching. I notice only a few cots are still taken, and wonder why nobody chose to wake me. "Hi." I hear a soothing voice say, and I turn in that direction. Ben stands there, his gray shirt taut over his muscular build. Why am I staring? I focus on his face, his mussed hair, and his smiling brown eyes.
"Hi." I say. It sounds awkward, so I try for conversation. "Why didn't anyone wake me?" I ask. Ben looks around.
"I didn't want to disturb you. You just seemed…so peaceful." He gets a far off look of adoration in his eyes, and I wonder if he thinks this highly of me…or someone else. I have to keep reminding myself that this is the Selection, and other girls have more to offer than me.
"Oh…thank you." The conversation quickly reverts back to awkward silence, and I swing my legs over the side of the bed and stand, feeling self-contious with my pale legs exposed in my shorts. Blushing furiously, I keep my head down as I move past him.
"Where do you think you are going?" He asks, taking a firm hold on my shoulders. I give him an amused look.
"Back to my room. Unless I have somewhere else to be?" I ask him. He takes a moment to think about this.
"Are you sure that is a good idea? The rebel attack seemed to give you quite a scare, even if you won't admit it." He tells me. I wave it away.
"The rebel attack is over. I'm going to try and forget about it. And you," I poke him in the chest, "Are not going to tell anyone about my little crying episode."
"You know me. I can't make any promises." He says, his eyes gaining an evil glint. I feign shock.
"Prince Benjamin, I am surprised at you!" I sniff, sticking my nose in the air and trying to march off. I hear him laugh, and before I know what is happening a pair of thick arms encircles my waist. "Put me down!" I exclaim, not really sure what he is doing.
"I'll not tell anyone…" He trails off, "If you kiss me."
"This again." I roll my eyes at him, leaning up and pecking him on the lips.
"You know perfectly well that is not what I meant!" He says, leaning in closer. I lean away.
"One: you never specified that I had to give you a good kiss. Two: I have horrible breath. And three: I need to go back to my room and make sure everything is still there." He laughs, pulling me closer.
"Come on." He breaths, his nose tickling the skin of my jawline as his mouth skims over and down my neck. I can't help it; I am paralyzed. "Just give me one kiss. One," He kisses the space between my collarbone and neck, "Real," He kisses where my jaw curves into my neck, "Kiss." He finishes, his mouth hovering inches from mine. I don't think, I just lean forward, pressing my mouth to his. He leans, I bend, and knot my fingers into his hair. I never want to let go. Then I realize somebody could be watching and hurriedly pull away. "One more?" Ben begs. I laugh at his pleading expression.
"You'll have to wait. Patience is a virtue." I say.
"A virtue I never bothered to acquire." He mutters, turning away and stalking off. I laugh again, turning in my own direction, heading back to my room.
When I arrive, all of the maids are in tears. "Whats wrong?" I ask. They all look up at me and relief floods their faces.
"We thought the rebels had…" one of the maids, Grace, trails off, leaving the rest to our imaginations. I shudder visibly, but quickly redeem myself.
"Don't worry. The rebels will never get to me again." We all hug, and I add silently Not if Ben has anything to say about it.
Sorry, kind of a filler chapter, but please review with some ideas about what should happen! -Alison