During the worst time in her life Waridi meets Nikolai and despite all the things that are going wrong, Nikolai becomes the only thing that's going right. But are they really meant to be? Is the difference between them too great?
Are Waridi and Nik...
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I don't have much to say. I want to say I'm shocked but even though I am surprised I am not shocked. I mean the only Princes I know are the British ones, and apparently Nikolai - I don't even know what country he's from.
"The prince of what country?"
He touches my cheeks as he says "Denmark." So he's Danish. All this time I ended up getting his - it must be his cousin, I mean if he's related to William and Harry.
"So you really think they'll kill me?"
"They're very anal." He gives me a meaningful look "Are you willing to take the risk."
"Always."
He kisses me and unlike our kisses earlier this feels renewed, like a new kiss, our first kiss. I let all of my fear and anguish into the kiss, all my need and yearning and he reciprocates and shows me just how terrified he is.
And even though I've loved him for years, this is the first time I truly see him. For once it's not just his face that's boyish, I can see that fragment of him that is just as innocent as he seems, without any knowing glint.
I kiss him harder.
"Would I be taking advantage if I have my way with you?" I ask into the kiss, it has been a while since the last time his hands carressed me, since they did any wicked deed.
He smiles his lips still plastered to mine "I'm pretty sober,"
"Please," I kiss him, he opens his mouth until his tongue invades my mouth. He takes me in his arms and carries me from the chair as though I weigh nothing.
"Sure, maybe I wouldn't of have said of what I did if I wasn't drunk but the thing I'm most drunk on is your presence."
I laugh wrapping my hands around his neck and playing with the curls on the nape of his neck.
"I wonder how you'd look losing yourself on my sheets, in my bed."
"Let's do it every where I want you to think of me whenever you step into this house."
"I always think of you." He says kissing my neck and then places me on the piano. My feet land on the keys, I move to close it but he stops my hand by grabbing my fingers.
"You're a singer," he kisses me on my lips and then works his way down to my neck. I throw my head back amazed at how sensitive I feel "let's make music."
I wish I could say that every day that followed was as glorious as that moment felt. But this love of ours had never been a smooth road, all the bumps on the way have only made me appreciate our harmony. It's the only thing I focus on when I leave his house three days later.
It's far too soon but I can't stay longer, I still have a diploma to acquire, and maybe a music career to save.
I couldn't make it back to edit the song I recorded with the Americans and they want me back so we can finish recording and then work on a release schedule.
