Now we're really there, huh? Chapter 14, one of the peeks of romance and passion in this story, though there will be more. But I think I can safely say any mushy romance buff would love this one. Anyway, Suze's POV again. I'm so sorry about how long it took, but homework is piling up, I'm working for the first time and translating a book to my language for a friend. Enjoy!
You know how sometimes, when you're watching a romantic comedy or something, every time the stars kiss and there's this music in the background, you think, Oh, come on, just get along with it, it's no big deal? Maybe you don't do that, but I sure do. Every time. But now, I could really relate. It just felt like fireworks were going off under my eyelids, and even though I was wearing bloomers and a garter - and let me tell you, those things are tight - under my dress and velvet overcoat, not the hoop-skirt, I've changed from that - it's too uncomfortable - I could still feel every muscle in my body loosen and relax like I was getting an incredible massage. The way my lips felt against his, it was amazing. It just felt so comfortable and familiar. Not the boring way, but the loving, trusting way, the kind that makes you feel like you just never want to leave the arms that keep you so tight, so close, so safe.
Jesse's strong hands were resting on my upper back, like the oh, so romantic gentleman he always is. Mine, though, were not exactly acting like a gentlewoman's. They were, at first, holding his head, but they were now caressing his lower back, tracing his spinal cord with their fingertips.
We were both in a complete trance, one in each other's arms. It was almost six minutes - I think - that we were kissing, until none of us could breathe anymore, and we had to separate. "Oh, my, my lord, how improper," I said, trying to make a joke out of it all. "How improper of you to kiss me, such a common villager."
He seemed to play along. "Au Contraire, my lady. You are wealthier at heart more than the infamous Lea Monique is at her fortune. And I will bet you are a much better kisser," He said. "And you're so much cooler, babe." I just burst into a gigantic laugh. It was Jesse, after all. Hearing him calling me babe, even jokingly, could drop me to the floor. It was still in this subtle, Spanish accent that he said this, so you could imagine how ridiculous that sounded. And he wasn't accustomed to say that, unlike Paul, who made it sound like he was some rapper talking to a supermodel.
That's when there was a knock on the door. We separated from each other's arms and went each to different corners of the room, standing in the way I saw in some of those movies. You know, our hands on our stomach, a cold expression. Very persuasive.
Then Maria got in the room. You could tell how surprised she was of seeing me. "Hello. Hello Jonathan. Who's this?" She said, pointing a finger at me. "This is Miss Christine Baron, a friend of mine. Christine, this is my ex fiancée, Miss Lea Monique." Maria looked as if Jesse had just called her a stupid whore, as I would have been if he would have said the same to me. "Ex? Jonathan?" was what Maria said, holding a hand on her chest. "What are you talking about? We just had a falling out, is all. I'm really not plotting anything against you. The truth is, Jonathan… I'm in love with you." I almost fell on the floor. But then I came around. I mean, she was definitely making it up, according to the expression on her face. "You are not, Lea. You are anything but. If anything, you are in love with Diego. You are not in love with me." Then they just went off, both of them, started screaming at each other like I wasn't even there. Jesse said a bunch of stuff about her plotting to kill him, she denied, rinse and repeat. About a hundred times, until she broke. She just couldn't help it, and started crying. Though Maria de Silva isn't that much of an actress, so you could see she was just putting on a big act. "Jonathan, please! You know you love me! You know you do!" Then Jesse freed himself from a grip she had on his shoulders. "I don't, Lea. I do not love you. I love someone else, actually." I heaved a sigh of relief. They still didn't notice me, though. "What? Who?" She said. "Christine. Or as I like to call her, Susannah. Mio Querida."
That's when I fainted.
I'd bet that made them notice me.
That's it. Yeah, I know, extremely short, but that's how it is. I'm so sorry about the shortness and how long it took. Anyway, bye. Next chapter's a flash-forward. Love ya', Dana.