Page 96 of Blossoms of the Heart
It was rare. We always played twenty questions and somehow I’d manage to fool her and get her to use up her twenty questions in just a few turns.
“It’s a special birthday. I also have a gift for you.” I had a fucking good gift for her. It was actually better than what I gave my mom for her birthday earlier in the year.
“You have a gift?” she gasped.
“Yes princess.”
“I’ll treasure it forever.” She beamed.
Somehow I didn’t doubt that.
“You better. You might forget who I am by next year.”
She shook her head and that gorgeous mass of hair I’d always wanted to run my hands through brushed against her shoulders. It had just grown past the length where her mother would usually insist on her cutting it.
“Never. That’s ridiculous. I can’t.”
“Okay. Question, then wish, then present .” I smiled. “Make it count Princess Phoebe. Who knows when we’ll play this game again.”
She looked down to where or hands joined, nervously. When she looked back to me she seemed more scared than when I got here.
“Jesus, Phoebe. Let me make it easier for you.” I wanted to hear her say it. I didn’t know why but I did. “Iknow. Now your question is what.”
She pulled in a breath and kept her blue gaze on me. “What, do you know?”
Now the scary, fear, trembling emotions were diverted to me. “I know how you feel Phoebe. I know how you feel about me.”
Her cheeks colored fiercely but at least she didn’t have that frightened look anymore.
“You do?”
I gave her a look of askance. Her feelings were probably obvious to everyone who wasn’t her.
“I do.”
“I…”
“Phoebe I feel the same about you.”
She gave me a look of disbelief. “Me?”
That right there. That was why I liked her. She looked at me like I was the best thing that ever happened to her.
I wasn’t stupid enough to allow such a look to go unnoticed, or to not appreciate it.
“You. What’s you’re wish princess?”
A little smile tugged at the curve of her gorgeous mouth. “My first kiss.”
I would be lying if I said I wasn’t shocked. I wanted to kiss her so I set her up with the wish. But I would never have guessed that she’d be asking me for her first kiss.
Fuck.
“You’re first kiss?”
“You, I want it to be with you.”
I moved in before she could say another word. My lips to hers. Her soft, soft, virgin lips.
