Saving Prince James: A James and Sofia Love Story
Set in an alternate universe, James is now 20 and usurped his father as king and conquered every kingdom to create an empire, but he has lived his years as a lonely king with only power and wealth to keep him company. When Cedric summons a banished Sofia, 18, to the castle to secretly save the kingdoms and James, something stirs in James's heart the moment he sees a grown and blossomed Sofia. Can a banished princess save the kingdoms and can a ruthless prince find his way into the heart of a princess he once lost?
Chapter 8: James's Revelation
James
James couldn't move. No matter how hard he tried to command his legs to move, even just an inch, they refused. And like his legs, his eyes wouldn't allow him to look away.
Every second longer he remained rooted at the top of the stairs, the faster and louder his heart beat became. With each beat that rang in his ears, James could hear each and every crack that formed in his heart.
He only wanted to just go down into the kitchen for a glass of water before he return to his room for the night. And like the accursed fates above, he had to stumble upon what looks like Sofia is about to be kissed by the same palace guard that always follows her around. Both of his hands were on her shoulders and he leaned in so close to her that the tips of their noses were touching.
His heart was breaking and he knew it.
James didn't understand it. Things were going so well in the past three weeks, everything was perfect. So how did this happen? Why is she about to be kissed by this buffoon? Why is she even letting him going to kiss her?
Since they've returned, almost every day now, Sofia would spend all of her time with him. They would talk and laugh together in the garden or on their walks. Not once were they with whoever that idiot was. It was only Sofia and James!
Whenever they were together, it was like they were in a world of their own and nothing could disturb them. They were at peace in their memory bubble. All day they would just reminisce about the past and had hours upon hours of laughs built up together.
He was even proud that he didn't go berserk on anyone at the castle. Not once did he blow a casket and try to kill or imprison someone. He didn't yell at anyone out of pure anger, he didn't send anyone to the mines in the east. The only thing he remembers was simply getting upset with some people and just snipping at them, but other than that, everything was okay.
James almost felt like his old self whenever he was with Sofia.
Sofia had that effect on him. She kept him calm with her soft laughs and contagious smiles. Just hearing her velvety soft voice beside him was all he needed just to remain sane; to have her only look at him with her bright gem-blue eyes was all he wanted.
She made him happy…. She gave him hope….
Every day, it was only them and their laughs.
And James felt it at the pit of his stomach. The growing anger.
I made her laugh… I made her smile…. You didn't! You don't deserve to touch her! James fumed in his mind. Everything was perfect! You're going to ruin what Sofia and I have!
James didn't understand it, but he felt like she was going to be taken away from him. That whatever Sofia had with this guard, it was going to ruin everything between James and Sofia. That she would want to be with that fool more than with him.
And from where he stood, his anger just grew even more when he saw the feelings that roamed the guard's eyes. James could recognize the love and care that the young man directed towards Sofia and the way his gaze softened as he just looked at her. The guard's light blushing only confirmed James's realization.
He has feelings for her! James fumed on as he continued to watch them.
Without another thought, James tried his hardest to regain his composure but it was hard to do as he continued to watch her laugh and clap her hands around the mindless fool. To see her smiling and talking with him only made his anger grow tenfold.
With as much control as he could muster, James uttered Sofia's name. But even through his heart's rapid beating in his ears, he could hear the icy tone of his voice.
James noticed that it looked like Sofia was about to say something to the man so close in front of her before he interrupted whatever moment they had together. When she turned to look at him, he saw her smile falter and, to his amazement, that didn't make him lose it. Just yet.
"James?" he heard in her velvety smooth voice. Her head tilted to one side as if confused by his presence so late at night. "What are you doing up so late?"
"I could ask you the same," he gritted between his teeth. James could still hear how his bitter tone remained, running through his voice and words like poison.
James made his way down the stairs as slowly and calmly as he could, fighting every fiber in his body to run down there and beat the boy away from Sofia. He wanted nothing more than to rip the guard's hands off of Sofia's shoulders and hide her away in James's arms so that no man would set their eyes on his precious princess.
"Amber and I were in the kitchen earlier," Sofia said with a cautious smile. "We were looking for a late night snack."
James saw in her hesitant smile that Sofia could hear his anger. It wasn't like James was trying to hide it, but he still didn't have a good grasp at controlling it either. His anger was the one thing he didn't want Sofia to see from him, and no matter how hard he tried to restrain it, it was still stronger than him. It was a monster within him.
And the closer he gets towards Sofia and the idiot, the more it builds. He could feel his anger growing stronger, already trying to control his words. It was only a matter of time before it would burst and hurt Sofia.
But of course, his anger wouldn't allow a single rational thought into his head. It only wanted answers. It told him that he needed to know why this man was so close to Sofia. Why was he going to kiss her?
"Then where is she? And who is this man?" James seethed through his teeth as he finally made his way off of the stairs.
"She's still in the kitchen with Sir Edwards," Sofia answered back, her tone turning hard in response to his brisk questions. Raising her head higher, she looked at him in the eyes and motioned at the man who still had his hands on Sofia's shoulders. "This is Sir Michelson. He's my personal guard."
After having over three weeks to get to know Sofia again and getting reacquainted, he got to see how stronger and feistier she has become. He loved it how she wasn't afraid to speak her mind and hearing her how sharp her tongue has grown.
But right now, in this situation, his anger wouldn't allow him even the simple enjoyment of Sofia's fiery spunk.
No. It wanted him to just get angrier. It wanted him to yell and scream at them.
"Personal guard?" James asked, his tone hastily becoming harsher by the second. "Why is he your personal guard?"
"Your Majesty, please allow me to expla –" James heard the guard speak up, finally removing his hands off of Sofia.
But James quickly stopped the guard. "I wasn't asking you, you fool. I was asking Sofia."
Finally getting a good look at the guard, James saw that the man had brown hair and hazel eyes. He looked young and was a bit tall for a palace guard, but he was still a few inches shorter than James. That knowledge gave James a bitter joy, allowing him to glare down at the young man who dared to touch Sofia.
"James!" Sofia glared at him with strong intensity.
Looking back at Sofia, James saw that her nose was flared and her usual plump and full lips were in a thin line.
She's upset with me, James thought.
But he didn't care. The anger inside of him only wanted to hurt this man and rip out all of the answers from Sofia.
"I won't ask again, Sofia." James glared back, matching the intensity in her blue eyes. His voice was low and even angrier. "Why is he your personal guard?"
Taking a moment to square her shoulders and regain her composure, Sofia answered back with a short answer. "Because I wanted him to be," Sofia frowned. Her tone was carefully calm and controlled, like the time when she first arrived back at the castle. "He's my friend and I had him assigned to me as a personal guard."
And with her answer, James felt his boiling anger burst free.
James didn't understand why, but hearing her say that she wanted this clown to be her personal guard didn't settle well on him. To him, it was like hearing that she asked him to be her suitor. James knew that it was idiotic to think like that, but he just didn't like it.
"What?!" James knew that yelling at her would accomplish nothing for him, but it was his anger that held onto him too tightly. It curled its soot-black fingers around him and didn't budge when he tried so hard to free himself.
"Look, James," Sofia said firmly, her angry tone still there. "Until you calm down and try to not yell at me or Sir Michelson, I can't talk to you when you're like this."
"Sofia, you can't have this man as your personal guard!" James yelled, stepping towards her until he was in her face. "I forbid it!"
"Excuse me?" Sofia exclaimed back. She closes whatever gap they had between them and scowled up at him now with all of the anger in her, her hands on her hips. "You can't tell me what to do James!"
"Yes I can! I am the king!"
"I don't care if you are the king! I won't listen to you when you're yelling at me like this!" she yelled back at him, jabbing him in the chest with one of her fingers.
"Your Majesty," James heard the guard, apparently named Sir Michelson, say. James felt a hard hand on his chest and was pushed back from Sofia. "Please, calm down. Just let me explain myself."
Sir Michelson was now between them. James watched as he took Sofia's hand and pulled her protectively behind him. His eyes could only glare at how tightly he held Sofia's hand and never released it.
That action alone made him even angrier and the fury within him just grew even more.
Without any hesitation, James rushed forward and stood into Sir Michelson's face. James hands clenched hard at his side, urging him to throw a punch at the stupid man in front of him. "I don't want to hear anything from you," James raged. "This is between me and Sofia! You are only a lowly palace guard, you have nothing worth hearing!"
To his pleasure, James saw Sir Michelson react to his angry yells. His nose flared and his entire expression immediately turned. He noticed how the guard's body tensed as his brows furrowed and the sides of his mouth frowned.
"As her personal guard, Your Majesty," Sir Michelson began with hard tension.
But he was never able to finish his sentence before James's body acted on its own and his arm was already in the air, ready to punch the living daylights out of Sir Michelson.
You are not her personal guard! I can see in your eyes that you want to be something more!
To his dismay, Sir Michelson managed to dodge his blow and looked at him with wide eyes for a few seconds before lunging at him. The next thing he knew, James and Sir Michelson was on the floor, tumbling and straining against each other's strengths.
Punches and kicks were thrown left and right. James felt some blood trickle down his bottom lip and upper left brow. But James felt no pain as the adrenaline numbed his body from any of Sir Michelson's punches to his face. And to his enjoyment, he saw some of the guard's own blood spill from his injuries James gave him in return.
In the background, James heard Sofia screaming and yelling at the two of them.
Amid their tussle, James somehow found himself in a headlock in Sir Michelson's arms. Against himself, James could feel how strong the guard was and, for what felt like a lifetime, James struggled against Sir Michelson's strength.
"Just give up!" he hissed at James.
"Like Hell!" James spat back. In the back of his mind, James knew that if he did, he would be giving up more than just this fight. He would be giving up Sofia.
And some part of him didn't want that. He didn't want to hand her over to this imbecile. James couldn't stand the thought of her in Sir Michelson's arms, being kissed and touched by him. That thought alone was close enough to cause him to vomit.
No, James wanted to keep her in his arms.
Again, James heard Sir Michelson hiss into his ear to give up and end this fight. But James knew that with his anger and the adrenaline pumping through him, and along with his stubbornness, he wouldn't give up until one of them was knocked unconscious.
And because of Sofia, James thought. It's because she's watching that I can't give up. I don't want to do that in front of her. If I did and she witnessed that I surrendered so easily, then where would my pride go?
James could hear how breathless Sir Michelson was getting. His breathing was getting raspy and James knew that he was getting tired. Thinking quickly, James used his elbow to give Sir Michelson a good blow to his stomach and toppling him over to his side. Using that to his advantage, James body slammed on top of him.
But he was only able to give the guard one good punch before being kicked over by Sir Michelson's leg.
However, James managed to roll away and quickly stand before the guard could try to pin him down. And to James's dismay, he saw that the moment he regained his balance and stood tall, so did Sir Michelson.
Then it soon became a standoff as the men glared at each other, huffing and breathless. James only tried to stare him down, hoping that Sir Michelson would turn and run with his tail between his legs.
But from the looks in his eyes and how he returned James's hard stare, James knew that it wasn't a possibility.
Then James saw Sir Michelson lung towards him at full speed and, soon, he did the same. And with each one of his steps pounding against the hard floor of the palace, James's anger made it so that his only thought was to hurt and beat this man until he was unconscious. Until he was dead.
Just when his fists were about to make contact with the young man's face, something pulled him back towards the opposite direction of the grand hallway. He felt his body being lifted off of the ground and was soon suspended in the air. Floating, James saw the same thing happen to Sir Michelson and just watched as the anger and fury in Sir Michelson's eyes die and turned into confusion.
"You two are a bunch of idiots!" James heard Sofia yell.
And just like before, to hear Sofia raise her voice so loud and at such a level, it shocked all of the anger and rage right out of his system. James could do nothing but just look down at her speechless. He saw Sofia with her arms crossed over her chest as she glared at the both of them. Her bright red cheeks told him just how upset she was with them. From the brightness of her cheeks, he could tell that she wanted to just yell and curse at him but was holding it in.
Behind her, James saw Cedric, Amber, and a red-haired palace guard. Cedric was holding out his wand and had it pointed at him and Sir Michelson. And it occurred to him that maybe during the fight, Sofia ran to the sorcerer and had him help her stop the brawl.
"Thank you, Cedric." Sofia said over her shoulder as she walked towards them.
"Of course, Princess Sofia," Cedric said with a nod.
When she made her way beneath them, she looked up and glared. "Are you two done acting like numbskulls?"
"Sofia…" James heard Sir Michelson plead.
It sounded like he was going to continue on but was stopped short when Sofia held up a hand to silence him. "Because if you're not, then I am more than glad to ask if Cedric will keep you two like this until you are. Maybe even all night."
When neither one of them replied to her for a few minutes, Sofia looked over her shoulder and asked, "Cedric, can put them down please?"
And with just a nod, Cedric lowered them down in front of Sofia. Landing gently onto the ground on all fours, James heard the tapping of some toes and looked up to see that the sound was coming from Sofia. She looked like she was impatiently waiting for the both of them to get up onto their feet and stand.
Not wanting to upset her any more than she already was, James stood up as quickly as he could. And out of the corners of his eye, he saw Sir Michelson do the same.
When both men were finally standing before her, Sofia just stood there a moment to glare cold, hard daggers at them until they couldn't withstand the icy pressure of her glares anymore. She had her lips in such a tight thin line that her normally red lips turned white from the pressure she was forcing on them.
When he couldn't take the silence any more, James was the first to speak. "Sofia…"
And just like Sir Michelson, he was stopped short. But not from a raised hand. No, from a loud and stinging slap to the face.
"I don't know what got into you, James, and I don't know why you were so upset to begin with, but what happened just now was out of hand and completely immature."
James was left utterly speechless.
For as long as he has known her, Sofia has never raised her hand against any living thing. Not even to a fly or miniscule bug. Sofia was too loving and caring to do such a thing. Even when she was at her lowest or when she was fed up with everyone, she never had the nerve in her to hurt anything or anyone around her.
So for her to openly slap him like that with what felt like every ounce of strength in her, it was enough to tell James that he had completely screwed up. And soon, dread and shame washed over him like a million waves.
"And you too," James watched as she turned to Sir Michelson and slapped him with what appeared to be the same painful force. "Cyrus, I haven't known you that long, but I still had expected better from you."
Sir Michelson, or Cyrus, opened his mouth to say something but closed it when she raised her hand again to silence him.
"I know that James was the one who instigated the entire fight and threw the first punch, but you could have handled it way differently," Sofia said with a hard look.
With his head hung low, James heard Cyrus apologize with a pitiful tone. "I'm so sorry, Sofia…. I didn't mean for it to escalate to that extent. I-I don't know what happened…."
After a while, James then heard her sigh and saw her eyes soften just a bit. "I don't blame you, Cyrus. I know you didn't start the fight. We'll talk later." Sofia then looked behind her and asked, "Amber, Edward, can you two go and help Cyrus get cleaned up? I'll handle James. Thank you again, Cedric. You can return back to your workshop now."
With a final and silent nod, Cedric left the grand hallway. Amber and the man James takes is Edward quickly rushed to Cyrus and helped him into the other room. But before leaving them alone, James saw Amber shoot him a dirty and nasty glare as Edward stopped a maid and ordered her to gather some cloths with warm water and a first-aid kit.
James hasn't moved from his spot and only stood there as he watched Sofia talk to some maids and heard her give them same order as Edward did. And once they exited the room, James and Sofia were the only ones left in the grand hallway.
A heavy silence soon gathered in the room as James couldn't find any words appropriate enough to say to Sofia. He couldn't even force a word to form on his lips nor could he find it in him to look at Sofia in the eyes as the shame and humiliation still loomed over him.
Gone was his madness and hatred, and what replaced it was the mortification and guilt.
James wanted nothing more than to apologize to Sofia and beg her to forgive him, but he knew that this time, an "I'm sorry" wouldn't be enough. All he could do was just watch her as she looked back at him like she was trying to read him.
He didn't know how long they stayed that way, just looking at each other and trying to evaluate what one would do to the other.
And then, Sofia ended James's eternal silence by sighing again. "Come on, let's go to your room and get you cleaned up before all that blood on you dries."
James didn't know what to say or do as she held out her hand and just stood there like she was waiting for him to take it. He couldn't believe that after everything that just happened, she would still want to help him. And looking into her eyes now, he saw that she still looked at him with kindness. Her gaze was still hard and angry, but it was a little softer and gentler now, and light still danced around with the blue flecks in her eyes.
And when his hesitant hands finally met hers, she just held on and they walked in silence up the stairs.
The entire way back to his room, in the quiet, nightly silence that surrounded them, the only thing James could focus on was the shape and warmth of her hands. Despite being so small and slender in his, there was a quite strength to them. And James noticed that after several weeks of staying at the castle, the callousness of her hands have reduced and softened tremendously. Her hands still held some type of toughness to them, but they weren't as bad as they were in the beginning.
And James found himself liking that her soft small hands were just a little rough. In some way, it gave her something that no other girl or lady in the kingdom or his life had. Maybe it was a valor or spirit, maybe it was something else entirely. But he knew that it was a uniqueness that made her special in his eyes.
As his thoughts continued to be inhabited by only Sofia, James felt his cheeks, lips, and upper brow begin to throb with pain as they neared his room. James knew that the adrenaline that pumped through his body earlier now subsided and the numbing effect wore off, allowing the pain and throbbing to mob him. With his wounds agonizingly pounding in his ears, he could barely hear the maid's tiny steps behind him and Sofia.
Finally, they were inside of his rom and Sofia placed him into one of the cushioned sitting chairs in the room as the maids placed the cloths, bowl of warm water, and first-aid kit on the table beside him. He heard Sofia quietly thank the maids and excused them from his room.
And just like earlier at the bottom of the grand stairs, James was left all alone with Sofia.
James could only watch her as she pulled a chair in front of him and silently sat down. Next, she simply submerged one of the few cloths into the warm water and started to clean his face.
The entire time, she didn't say a word to him. James nearly couldn't even bear look into her eyes as she cupped his chin and moved his face this way and that. And it pained his heart to see that her eyes were so heavily guarded and distant from him after having over three weeks together to bond and get to know one another.
He knew that he was to blame for everything that transpired moments earlier, the guilt weighed down on him like a million boulders.
After she finished cleaning and the water was now murky with his blood, she started to apply healing ointment and bandages on him. And James knew that if he didn't say anything now, then he would never have the chance again to apologize and that of his hard work to bond closely with her would remain broken.
James needed to fix this, but he didn't know how to go about it because of her emotionless and harsh glare.
But, swallowing down his nervousness and clearing his throat, James opened his mouth and tried to voice his apology. His mouth felt dry and his cheeks still throbbed from the pain, but he paved on anyway.
"Sofia…" he started weakly. James attempted to look at her in the eyes, but her glare was too much for him. "I…. I-I-I'm sorry," James couldn't think of anything else to say.
James found it so hard to talk, nonetheless to even utter his apology. It was like something was lodged in his throat and refused to let him try to explain himself. Forcing himself to talk through it was like fighting something within him. "Sof…. I… feel so bad… about… what happened down there…. I don't… know what got over me."
Sofia remained silent through his apology, her lips was nearly white again from biting down on her lips. And after she finished bandaging his cuts and bruises, she simply got up and headed towards the door.
But James managed to grasp her wrist and stop her before she even managed two steps away from him.
"Please, Sof. Hear me out."
Maybe it was the desperate way he sounded, but he didn't care because it finally got Sofia to respond to him. And without turning, she said in a hard and angry tone, "why should I?"
"Sof, please. I –"
"No!" Sofia turned to scream at him. "Why? Hmm? Why should I even listen to a thing you have to say? Because you're king?"
James winced at how she threw back his own words at him. "Please, just let me explain," James tried again.
"Then explain this," Sofia asked angrily, ripping her wrist out of his grip and crossing her arms. "Why did it even bother you that Cyrus was my personal guard?"
"I-I-I…" James stuttered, not knowing how he could answer her question when he himself didn't understand why it bothered him, "don't… know…."
"Then, I'm leaving." She promptly said, turning on her heel and walking quickly to the door.
"Wait!" James ran in front of her, stopping her again.
"James, 'I don't know' just won't do it this time. Either you give me an answer or I leave."
"Sof –"
"No! I am serious, James!"
"Plea –"
"James! Answer me!"
And they continued like this, yelling and screaming back and forth. Sofia would try to leave and James would only stop her before she made a step towards the door. She would yell at him to answer him, to which James would only stutter that he can't. James felt like it was an endless cycle.
It lasted until Sofia made it to the door and her hand was on the handle before James stopped her again by placing his hand over hers.
"James move, it's obvious that you're not going to give me an answer." Sofia glared at him as she tried to pull the door open, but James knew that she wouldn't even get the door to budge because he was bigger and stronger than her. "So I'm lea –"
"I didn't like seeing you with him!" James yelled at her, frustrated at her for pulling this out of him and the entire conversation for mounting his frustration to its peak. All James wanted was for her to stay and could only say the words that conveyed the honesty in him. "I… just didn't… like seeing you with him…."
He saw how speechless she was now, just looking at him with wide eyes and her mouth hanging open. And James decided that now was his chance to try and explain himself to her as best as he could. "Sofia," he began, but it soon became a ramble of sorts, "when I came down, I saw what looked like you two were kissing and I just got upset. I honestly don't know why it bothered me, but it just did and I hated the thought of you with another boy. Maybe it was my over-protectiveness as an older brother, I don't know. I just didn't like it. And I know that getting angry and starting a fight wasn't the best approach to it all, but I just couldn't control it. I'm so sorry, Sofia…."
James only saw how she silent and speechless she remained after he finished fumbling explanation weakly. She just lowered her head and stared at the floor between them.
"Look, James," he heard Sofia say as she continued to stare at the floor. "I get that you're sorry, you always are whenever things get out of control like this and you're at the center of it all. But you have to understand that it can't keep going on like this. You get mad at someone, you take it out on them or the person nearest you, and then when I come to calm you down, you always end up apologizing like hell. And I'm so tired of this, James. I'm tired of this cycle."
James bent down and held both of her hands. "Then tell me what to do to fix it."
"I've been trying to fix it James! I've been trying so hard!" And when she looked up at him, James saw that she was near tears. "This entire time, James, I have been trying to find ways for you to not lose it and go berserk –"
"And I haven't gone berserk, Sofia," James defended himself, hoping that would help her see him in a better light.
"Yes, I know. But you don't understand, James. I've been doing all of the work in trying to help you. And I'm tired of it. I always have come and calm you down; I always have to be there and try to keep you sane; I have to do all of the heavy lifting in trying to help you. And, yes I get that I'm your saving light. I've been trying to save you James and help you get better, I honestly have. But James, I can't keep doing this when you're not trying yourself."
"What do you mean?"
"James, whenever I try to talk to you about yourself, you never open up. You always turn the conversation around or just completely avoid the topic. I want to hear about you, James. I want to get to know you and learn about how much you've changed over the last five years. But you never do."
"Sof," James tried as he saw how her tears were running free down her cheeks now. But Sofia continued on, ignoring him and just unleashing all of her frustration on him.
"James, if you really want me to stay here and help you like you asked on my first day back, then you need to help me too. Open up and actually talk to me about yourself. To me, it seems like you're hiding something from me by the way you hold it all back and refuse to open up." And with that, Sofia just stared back at him with her tear-stained cheeks and crying red eyes.
James didn't know what to say. The only thing that popped into his head to say back was a simple apology, but he knew that it wouldn't be enough for her.
What can I say that would be enough for her to accept? James thought. After all of this, after hearing her frustration at me and after learning what she wants from me, what can I say back? All I want right now is to just hold her and say apologize for making her cry. I just want hug her and kiss her and make it all okay…. James didn't even curse at himself for having thoughts of kissing her. He couldn't afford to, not when she was crying like this.
And simply following the motions of his body, James did just what his thoughts wanted him to. He hugged her tightly, not saying a single word. He embraced her tighter and tighter as he felt how her body relaxed in his arms.
And despite himself, James liked how he knew that she found enough comfort in him to relax like this. He didn't hear any cries or sniffles come out of her, he just listened to her soft breathing and felt the tension leave her body as she held onto him in return. James stroked her hair and back as their hug continued on, enjoying how soft her hair was. Being so much taller than her, James's chin was able to rest on the top of her head. Even in their situation, James found himself liking their embrace and how perfectly their body molded together
I like this, James thought. But then, some sort of realization came over him. No… wait… I like her… I like how perfect she is. I like how kind and wonderful she acts around everyone, realizing only the good in them and wanting to help every living thing in the world. She's too beautiful to be a part of this world and yet, she's the most humble and down to earth person here. She's too sweet towards everyone in the castle, especially that Cyrus fool. She gives so much and never expects anything in return. Hell, she's even willing to help a monster like me. I need her because she makes me happy. I like – love everything about her.
And unlike the last realization, the next one hit him in full force. I love her. I love how beautiful she is. I love how charitable, affectionate, compassionate, graceful – every word in the known languages isn't enough to describe how wonderful she is. And I am in love with her. The thought kept on rolling and drilling into James's mind, I am in love with Sofia. She's my sister, my stepsister, and I am in love with her.
That explains the reason why I got so crazy when I thought they were kissing, it was because I was jealous! Sofia is the only person who can keep me calm and the only reason why I get so crazy! I don't want her around any other guy because I am in love with her. She keeps me happy and I always want her around me because I. Am. In. Love. With. Her.
This all explains why I always get those urges to kiss her whenever we just hang out together. And why I love the touch of her skin and how soft it always is, that her scent always drives me crazy and why I am always so aware of her breasts. Oh, crap! That's why I was so disappointed when I found out didn't sleep with her. I wanted to bed her because I find her sexy and she turns me on!
Oh, crap! Oh, crap! I am attracted to Sofia! For her personality and her body!
She's the most beautiful person in my life and I don't to lose her...
James felt like someone threw ice water all over him. His body tensed up and his was stiff like a piece of wood, but he couldn't find it in himself to release Sofia because his mind was occupied by his revelation. He didn't know if she could feel how rigid and tight he became, but at the moment he didn't care because of how deep he was in his own thoughts.
Oh, crap... I am in love with Sofia….
Chapter eight! Woo!
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