Chapter 8

AMY

Amy sat on her bed and stared at the dress that was hung on her door, for who knows how long, in the middle of the night and only though about one thing: Ian

Earlier that day, before the crazy chase, the trying on the endless amount of dresses, meeting the famous yet fruity Pollux, and the awkward car ride, Amy was ready to jump on to the bed and go on with what they were heading to do. She really did wanted it.

She had an indecisive predilection during the process with Ian. She couldn't stand the way he wrapped his arms around her waist an pulled her in so close yet she longed for it when they crawled away. She quivered like a leaf when his warm breath heated up her face and was left breath taken as she glazed up to his amber eyes, causing her to superseded her protest and groan in replace. How she moan at his lips kissing at her skin, oh she wanted to rampage on him for doing it expect it felt so good on her skin, and it made her wild for more.

She knew she shouldn't been doing that. She knew it was wrong. But she didn't care. Ian was holding her, kissing her. Amy has dreamt of these same things happening and it just did today and...and... It never happen...

Ian said to forget all about it in the car, like it was a moment that never came to be real. She knew he was like her and he craved for the passionate interaction too. But the way he said to forget about it thrown her completely off and confused her. She knew, knew he felt the passion, the affection, the devotion... The love.

So why didn't he want to relive it? Why didn't he still want her that way? Why did he want to forget it? Amy was more then ready to lose her virginity to him back then and right now. Why wasn't he?

Amy tried to push the thought away again. She didn't want to think about it, her cheeks were burning like flames and it was late. She needed to some rest. It takes energy to think.

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Amy woke up to the sound of the maid knocking on her door. She rushed inside the room with Amy's permission, her head barely away from the pillow to speak. The maid set a tray of breakfast beside her on the bed and then rushed out.

Amy turned to the tray with biscuits, eggs, bacon, and hot chocolate (Because she didn't like coffee.) with a little case that hold a single red rose on the silver china dining wear. This was not normal. All this week she has gotten up, dressed, and went down stairs and had breakfast with Ian in the dinning hall. Expect the day...

Amy dashed off her bed and put of the room. She looked around the huge space below her and let out a sign of relief. No one was acting like they did the day before when...she was 'visiting'. The cleaning staff was siting around and talking in the living room, no one in any kind of race or time accusing schedule in desperate peroration of a some kind of special event. Thank Goodness.

Her eyes scanned over to the dinning hall, where it was completely empty and seems to be so for sometime. The kitchen didn't have a longing odor of freshly baked or savory tasting grub covering the whole house. And, most importantly, Ian was no where in sight.

What was going on?

Amy kept her eyes on the dinning hall and listen to the three maids who were gossiping in the living room. She learn to control and focus her hearing on a certain conversation or sound in her years of Madgrical training. So if it was ever nessacary to hear a speaking section without a listening gadget, Amy could get what she needed. When she was in high school, this was what she did most of her lunch time.

Amy would sit with her few friends that very rarely notice she existed, eat and listen to whatever she found interesting. Amy would try out the intelligent trick she learn and hear conversations all around the student filled cafeteria. She heard the low, soft whispering about Dawn cheating on Ryan with Jordan. The nostril, bratty voice of Lana saying that she thought April was a total prep with no personality. And the loud and deep barber shop kinda laugh from the football players about some stupid, pointless joke. How wonderful high school was for her...

Amy pretended to stare at one of the painting that hanged among the wall or stare out into space and closely listen to

the servants and there news about hopefully Ian's absents.

"I guess business starts early this year for Master Ian."

"Yes, I guess Josefina got home early and bragged about her new works so much that every one of her bloody friends need to get there's."

"Seems so."

Amy soon stops listening and walked back into her room. It was near to summer, the warm season only being a month away. She deiced to leave Ian at peace and let him do his work. She was already in his way by staying in his home, she didn't need to make herself more of a problem. She sat on her bed and started to chew on her biscuits with grape jelly in the middle and sipped her warm hot coco.

She started to form a list in her head of things she could do in place of hanging out with her Ian. She glance around the room for so. She could finish unpacking the rest of her clothes, search the web for new assignments in her classes and get started on those, finally finish reading her book, and tons of more stuff. It was only eight thirty. She had time.

But as time passed and Amy finished her breakfast on her comfy bed, she found herself in the same position she was in last night. She sat there, in her Victoria Secret sleeping shirt and matching shorts, peering at her new dress, hanging on her door as her mind travel back to the Lucian under the same roof. She would get up and try to do some things on her list, but she read or unpack for only a few minutes before her eye lead back to the dress and her mind speeded off to him like a racing horse.

Her mind was stuck to him like glue, with yesterday rewinding in her head like a broken record. She still didn't understand anything. The same irrefragable problems habitually went around in her head, being the reason why the approximate passionate intercourse iteration in her mind.

That and how she stunned him without any meaning of effort to do so. She didn't even find herself attractive in the gown as she blinked at her own reflection in the mirror in her so called dressing room. She thought she looked too much like a average girl in a pretty dress that ate her alive. At least it wasn't like the last two made her want to puke and began to think this appointment was pointless, especially when she already had a bloody dress. It was certainly better then the first dress (That looked like a medieval gown.) and better covered up then the second one (Which classified more of a nightgown then a ballroom gown.).

She really didn't find herself all that pretty and she thought the dress still wasn't it. Then, when she came out, and Ian's jaw dropped, she was stunned by not only there reactions but the way he looked at her. The thing is... It really didn't change. He still looked at her with that fiery amber gleam full of beautiful amazement. Like she fascinated him to beyond belief. The same look that puzzled her on its meaning for so long.

He called her lovely... Lovely! He called her that on the dusty cave ground in Korea after just saving her from a falling bolder. She was covered in dirt, dust and could barely see him on top of him an yet, he called her lovely with that same look in his eyes. That's when it call started.

Over her time here and her pleasant bonding with Ian, and out of all the phenomenal questions and solutions that still remain unsolved in her mind, Amy has came to one conclusion and one conclusion only that she was 100% positive on it being true. And figured its been so for years now.

Amy Cahill was madly, uncontrollably, and passionately in love with Ian Kabra.

She knew this when he idea first popped into her head and she was sure of it now. There was no doubt in her mind or heart. She knew it with the warm, bubbly, happy feeling inside her that she had felt for him deep down for five years. The emotion was like nothing she ever felt for Jake. No. It was a treacherously, fearlessly, amazing feeling. One she knew that she will never have with him. This was only for Ian, since he is the only one for his actions were the only things to start up the emotion all over her body and keep it to slowly burn out when he is apart from her.

Amy just knew this was meant to be. She knew that this was who she was suppose to be with for the rest of her life. She could pictured it in her and she wanted it so badly.

She loved him. Oh, she loved loved loved him and forever will. She loved his beautiful amber eyes that shined so bright. His soft, coffee dark skin that felt so warm, so right touching hers. His secretive, loving heart only shown to so many people. She loved his nickname for her and how he only does it because he believes she is so cute whenever she is annoyed or angry. She loved all of it, all of him.

Amy loved him, now all she needed to do was tell him now. She had to, if she didn't she could possibly be apart from him for sometime by her family's force, she just couldn't let that happen.

Amy turned her head for the time and was shocked to find it was about six thirty. Where did the time go? Oh well. She got up and finally dressed out of her pjs and changed into black sweat pants and a long sleeve white shirt for it was oddly chilly in the place. She needed Ian warmth to keep her safe from the coldness.

Amy exited her room for the second time that day and walked down the steps. She saw the staff in the dinning hall having some left over turkey and wine. She felt there eyes on her as she reached the end of the stairs and headed towards Ian's office that was hidden in plain sight under the stair case.

She entered the small study with its white walls and blue carpet that once again reminded her of the president's office in the white house. Ian's head shot up at the sound of the door closing and when his amber met her jade she tried not to fall to her knees like always.

"Love," He said in a tired voice. "Please sit." Amy did.

"So tell me, how has your day been?" He continued to wrote on his paperwork.

"Oh," Amy started out as she tried to keep her racing heart in control. "I have just stayed in my room the whole day. Just reading, unpacking, and...thinking about things."

"Aw yes, there's a lot to think about in the world." He responded. "What did you think about?"

Amy took a breath. "Oh you know. Dan and the others, I miss them to be honest." That was true. Amy felt so empty without her brother or best friend and such. "That and school work and other things."

"What other things?" Ian asked as he signed his big, curvy signature on to a dotted line.

"Well," Amy started out. She felt her cheeks started to burn and turn red and her heart raced more. "I have studied and overlooked the past special bonding times in the week that we have spent together. I have absorbed and taken to myself as for me and my feelings on the currents and my newly reminded and freshly up springing...visionary feelings I have developed towards you and came into conclusion that I'm in a different category of relationship of what I want with you." She glance at him and he raised his head to her, showing he was following on what she was saying.

"And?"

"I'm in love with you, Ian."

Amy spatted it out like a piece of gum with no more flavor. She started at him with caution and fear. His reaction wasn't what she expected. Ian looked at her, right into the eyes with an unreadable expression. Amy began to think twice about her actions on spilling out her heart to him.

Ian lain back in his chair and rubbed his face. "Amy, I am in a fragile sort of state now. Please don't mess with my emotions."

"I'm not." Amy breathed. She was in the same state as Ian. "I mean every word."

Ian looked at her again, studying her. Then his eyes grew wider and he somewhat smiled.

"You're not lying."

"Of course not." Amy spoked. She tried to regain her air in the now deadly quiet and intense room. "And..."

"I love you too."

He cut her off and for once she wasn't angry at him. She smiled against the news that she was partly stunned at and let out a giggle and left herself blush more. He smile back at her, and she knew it was true.

Ian got up from his chair and came over to him and stood in front of her. Amy jumped up and hugged him and he turned the affections. His body heat made her's raise thirty degrees and want to stay in her safe place forever.

"How long?" He asked.

"Korea." She answered, her mouth close to his neck. She felt him chuckle and sent vibrations through out his body. She knew then the answer was the same with hers.

They stood there for some time, just in each other's warm embrace, enjoying the time a great deal. Amy was slightly smiling the whole time, having the bubbly feeling again.

"Don't leave." She whispered to him when he tried to pull away for air. He hugged her again, closer and tighter.

"Never. Never again."

And that's when he kissed her. She didn't see it coming but she didn't pull away either. She pushed her lips in deeper and got more into the kiss. She was lost, the warm feeling now covered her whole body, making her sweat. She never felt more alive and happy in her life.

When they pulled apart, which was way to early in her opinion, she finally breathed. Her lips were blazing hot and she couldn't feel her legs. She was surprised at herself that she was even standing.

Ian's hands was still with hers and he swung them side to side.

"So?" He asked.

"So," she smiled back. She turned towards his table. "Don't you have work to do?"

"I'll do it later." He said and Amy couldn't helped but thought that was such an non-Kabra thing to say.

Ian put her face in his soft yet strong hands and kissed her slightly on the forehead. She took hold of his arms. She felt herself getting lost in the sweet bliss of his close present again.

"Why don't you try on that pretty dress on again?" He whispered softly into her ear again. He kissed her cheek and came close to her lips.

"Just for me, please?" He mumbled against her lips. Amy nodded. Ian grinned.

He took her hand and lead her out of the office and up to her room. She was thankful for the fact that the staff was no where in sight to see them.

Ian took her into the room and shut the door. He took the dress off the hanger and handed it to her.

"Go on," He smirked at her. "I'll be here when you come back." Amy just nodded and walked on to the bathroom. Her heart was racing and her hands slightly shook. Did she really just do that? Did he really just kissed her? She put on the dress and tried to breathed.

She came out to find Ian in the desk chair, staring out of the window, looking quiet bored. His eyes landed on her and his expression changed completely. He smiled broadly at her and his eyes shined like the sun.

"Twirl please." He asked as he seemed to enjoy his view. Amy did and she saw him smile bigger as she felt herself do the same.

He then stood up and put his hand on her hip. "Let's practice, shall we."

Amy nodded and took his left hand with her's and rest her left his shoulder. She followed his lead as they swept across the carpet on her bedroom floor. She giggled at him as he started to hum a classic music tune. She hoped it be like this tomorrow at the ball. Soon Amy pulled away and smiled at him brighter and he returned it. She loved this feeling. This love. Him...

"I love you."

"I love you too, Love."

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P.S. I have looked into getting a beta reader but I haven't deiced on one. But I will have one read my next chapter and improve it before posting it.