Chap. 7
As reality returned, Eriol realized that he was still holding the violet- eyed women in his arms as if he was a young, untried boy who sought-no, begged-a woman he admired to bestow a small token on him. For God's sake, he was holding a woman who he had met only minutes before in a secluded area like he was her lover. He was crazy. He was insane. He was positively sure that he had lost his mind.
Cursing himself in every derogatory manner, he abruptly loosened his hold on the dark-haired temptress standing in front of him and pushed her away. Oh God, if someone had seen them; he would have been chained to this one woman for the rest of his life. This.woman.despite how she might have felt in his arms, she was no different than the others. If they had been caught, he would have had to tolerate living with a person who didn't really want him or need him, but only coveted his title and his money until he died. Eriol closed his eyes briefly as the realization of what could have happened hit him hard.
Damn. Eriol clenched his fist. He, the paragon of self-restraint, had lost control today and did so many other things that he wouldn't have done otherwise, yet he had to use every ounce of control to keep from reaching out for her again. God damn it! Why couldn't he face the fact that this woman was just like the others? Why did he care so much? For all he knew, this could be another scheme thought up by the hare-brained female population of the ton. Yet still, as he looked into her eyes, he only saw desire, innocence, and, strangely, trust in those smoky, slumberous orbs, and for some reason, he desperately wanted to believe that she was different. For some unexplainable reason, he wanted her to be different from the others; he wanted her to love-no, he corrected himself-to care for him. He wanted nothing more than to kiss her soft lips again, to caress her face, to feel her hair spilling over his hands.Bloody, bloody hell! What was he thinking!
Silently turning from Tomoyo, he swiftly moved toward the ballroom doors without a glance back in her direction. This would need a lot of thinking in quiet.
************ Yes! ^__~. Well, this is a nice short one. The length can't compare to chap. 6, but it's still sweet, in my opinion. 0_0.*sigh*. Eriol and his internal conflicts; I just couldn't resist, and it fits too. This is much sooner than I thought I would update, considering the fact that I updated yesterday. Well, what can I say? Hope you enjoyed it.
As reality returned, Eriol realized that he was still holding the violet- eyed women in his arms as if he was a young, untried boy who sought-no, begged-a woman he admired to bestow a small token on him. For God's sake, he was holding a woman who he had met only minutes before in a secluded area like he was her lover. He was crazy. He was insane. He was positively sure that he had lost his mind.
Cursing himself in every derogatory manner, he abruptly loosened his hold on the dark-haired temptress standing in front of him and pushed her away. Oh God, if someone had seen them; he would have been chained to this one woman for the rest of his life. This.woman.despite how she might have felt in his arms, she was no different than the others. If they had been caught, he would have had to tolerate living with a person who didn't really want him or need him, but only coveted his title and his money until he died. Eriol closed his eyes briefly as the realization of what could have happened hit him hard.
Damn. Eriol clenched his fist. He, the paragon of self-restraint, had lost control today and did so many other things that he wouldn't have done otherwise, yet he had to use every ounce of control to keep from reaching out for her again. God damn it! Why couldn't he face the fact that this woman was just like the others? Why did he care so much? For all he knew, this could be another scheme thought up by the hare-brained female population of the ton. Yet still, as he looked into her eyes, he only saw desire, innocence, and, strangely, trust in those smoky, slumberous orbs, and for some reason, he desperately wanted to believe that she was different. For some unexplainable reason, he wanted her to be different from the others; he wanted her to love-no, he corrected himself-to care for him. He wanted nothing more than to kiss her soft lips again, to caress her face, to feel her hair spilling over his hands.Bloody, bloody hell! What was he thinking!
Silently turning from Tomoyo, he swiftly moved toward the ballroom doors without a glance back in her direction. This would need a lot of thinking in quiet.
************ Yes! ^__~. Well, this is a nice short one. The length can't compare to chap. 6, but it's still sweet, in my opinion. 0_0.*sigh*. Eriol and his internal conflicts; I just couldn't resist, and it fits too. This is much sooner than I thought I would update, considering the fact that I updated yesterday. Well, what can I say? Hope you enjoyed it.