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Chapter 5

Imagine Something

Edward

I decided to spend my lunch break at home. The thought that Isabella would be there attracted me magically. Why did she have such an effect on me?

I entered my room.

James was standing in the middle of the room. Isabella was lying asleep on the sofa with a book on her chest. She was wearing a white skirt and a pink blouse and the whole thing had slipped so much that I could see her belly.

Hmm ... appetizing, this skin. How it would feel to kiss it there. A pleasant imagination.

"How did it go, James?", I asked. "And a detailed report, please," I demanded.

"She is fascinating, Your Royal Highness," he said fondly. "She speaks Spanish, at least she was talking to the maid in Spanish. The silly thing caused shards and cut herself, too. The Princess tended to the wound. After that, she inspected your rooms. She knew the painting by Dali, even the title. She played a piece on the grand piano that I didn't know, and she did it first-rate."

"Can you play it for me in your mind?", I asked.

He let me into his thoughts.

"Ballade pour Adeline," I smiled.

Romantic she was.

"She looked at the books, knew many of them, and was excited. Also about the CDs. She listened to 'Garrett' and 'Yiruma.'"

"Anything else?"

He considered.

"I think she can play chess."

He looked at the chessboard.

I smiled.

Was she trying to challenge me?

I placed a piece and got into the game.

"Did she say anything about me?", I asked.

He smiled and let me into his thoughts.

Ah ... so she sniffed my laundry, I did not leave her cold. That pleased me immensely. I wanted to have her - and for real!

Slowly I knelt in front of the sofa, in front of her face.

Oh ... she smelled so good. She looked so beautiful.

Tenderly I kissed her cheek.

Immediately she woke up, opened her eyes.

Those beautiful clear brown eyes. Like a deer.

"Hi," she said, a slight smile flitting across her face.

"Hello, my Princess," I said softly, "sleep well?"

She nodded and looked at my face.

"What do you think?", I asked.

It drove me crazy that I couldn't find anything with her.

She smiled and said, "I feel that I'm possess'd of nought, saving the free unfetterd thought which from my bosom seeks to flow, and each propitious passing hour that suffers me in all its power a loving fate with truth to know."

I smiled back.

"Goethe," I stated.

She nodded.

"Thoughts are free."

I laughed.

"You're a collection of quotes. Hoffmann von Fallersleben?"

She nodded.

I looked at them lovingly.

"What are you studying?", I asked quietly.

"The question better be, 'What did you study,' right? ... literature, English and Spanish," she said.

"What do you like to read?", I asked.

"Hmm ... old English literature," she said.

I looked at the book.

Tess ... ah yes.

"What music do you like to listen to?", I asked further.

"Oh ... there's a lot. I like everything you have on the shelf," she said.

"You play the piano?", I asked.

She cast a punishing glance at James.

"Is this going to be an interrogation?" she asked.

"No, I just want to get to know you better," I said.

"Yes, I play the piano," she said, "and the harp, but I never owned one of my own, unfortunately."

"How old are you?", I asked.

"Nineteen, I'll be twenty in September," she said, "if I'm still alive then," she added quietly.

"You will," I whispered.

Never could I kill this petite wonderful creature.

"How old are you?" she asked.

"Officially twenty-four," I said.

She smiled, "And unofficially?"

"Two hundred?", I asked.

She nodded.

We were silent and looked at each other.

"What do you think?" she asked.

"That you are enchanting," I whispered.

She blushed.

Oh ... that was cute.

"And what do you think?", I asked.

"That you are very beautiful," she whispered.

"Can I kiss you?", I asked.

"Yes," she breathed.

Yeah!

Gently I put my lips on hers. She caressed my neck and opened her mouth for me, returning the kiss.

That was so nice, she tasted so good.

Tenderly I caressed her tongue, inhaled her scent and her taste. She burned into my soul.

Oh ... Isabella, my Princess. Such a thing was completely new to me. How could a woman beguile me like that!

After a while I let go of her so that she could catch her breath.

She smiled.

"What do you think?", I asked.

"That was very nice," she whispered.

"I thought so too!", I said.

I imagined how it would be to have her lying here naked. Caressing her skin all over, these gorgeous nipples that shimmered through the blouse, stroking and sucking on them. My excitement grew immeasurably.

She straightened up and sat down, putting the book on the table.

Then she rose and said, "Excuse me a moment," and went to her room.

As she passed the table, she paused. She turned back to me and smiled. Then she moved one of her figures. Then she disappeared into the bathroom of her room. She moved gracefully, like an elf.

James was right. She was a born Princess. Beautiful.

James was still standing quietly in the room.

I got up from the floor and went to the table.

Made the next move.

After that, I took out the CD Isabella had been listening to and put in another one.

Shortly after, she came back, paused at the table, made the next move, and then returned to the sitting area.

I had sat down in the middle of the sofa. She sat down next to me with a little distance. Then she listened.

"Vivaldi," she noted.

"Do you like it?", I asked.

"Yes, but I prefer summer."

Winter was on. 'The Four Seasons'. She had recognized it immediately.

She put her hands in her lap and looked at them. Tensely she sat there.

"Are you still afraid of me?", I asked softly.

She raised her eyes and looked at me.

"Yes," she said honestly.

"What exactly scares you?", I asked.

"That you're not always like this and at some point you drop the mask and change tone," she explained.

I nodded.

My cell phone rang.

I went to my cloak and pulled it out of my pocket.

My father.

"Si?" ("Yes?")

He spoke Italian - so it was a vampire problem. I answered in Italian. Annoying, I had to be back in thirty minutes.

I sighed.

I turned back to Isabella, who was watching me with interest.

"Do you speak Italian, too?", I asked.

"Would you be worried then?" she asked back.

"No," I said.

"A little bit," she said. "It's similar to Spanish, but I don't speak it as well as Spanish or French."

"Ah ... French, too, then," I nodded.

"Oui, mon Prince," ("Yes, my Prince,") she said.

I smiled, sat back down with her, and in passing, I made the next move.

"Embrasse-moi, je suis un prince enchanté!" ("Kiss me, I am a transformed prince!"), I said.

She laughed out loud.

"I'd better not do that, otherwise you'll turn into a frog!"

Now I laughed.

"Even frogs need to be kissed once in a while," I whispered.

She looked at me and her look was loving and not afraid. Slowly she came closer and kissed me.

By herself. Little stars turned in circles in my mind. Her kiss was gentle and tender. She caressed with it not only my mouth, but my soul.

Tenderly I answered her and gently held a hand on her back.

How much longer would I be able to hold out like this? The need to possess her became more and more intense in my imaginations.

As we broke away from each other, she whispered, "Tu deviens responsable pour toujours de ce que tu as apprivoisé!" ("You become responsible forever for what you have tamed!")

"St. Exupéry," I whispered.

"Oui," she whispered.

"I'm afraid I have to go now," I said.

"I know," she said.

I quickly kissed her lips once again.

"See you later, my Princess," I said.

"Au revoir," she said, giving me another smile.

I happily left for work.