❝Hreathoire❞

Chapter 20

"Wear this," Blaze led me here in his closet room, only letting go of my hand when he pulled a clothing out of its rack. It's that basil green, empire waist dress I'd admired before. The one with the label "To the girl." One that Blaze didn't let me touch.

"This was what I saw weeks ago. The dress you don't want me to touch."

I still can't believe as Blaze offers me the dress. It's so soft and silky under my touch. I can feel the patterns of the laces. My cheeks turned rose red as I anticipate myself in it, hoping I'd look good.

Then I noticed there is a mirror just beside me and I'm facing it now, seeing Blaze is behind me, walking until his chest is pressed against my back.

"Lady Sritham, my grandma," His left hand travelled to my shoulder, caressing it gently as he speaks with soft words. "Gave it to me. She said I should give it to the right woman."

I raised my brow, my heart thrumming and I'm certain he could hear it, I turned my head to face him.

"The woman I'll love first and last."

The shudders spiralled through my limbs, his touch a current that electrified me. His eyes are dead serious, like he wanted to force me into his world. But I need not be forced.

For I am already in.

He licked his lips when he leaned closer, both his hands brushing against my smooth elbows. "You can take your clothes off here..." It seems as if birds are happily chirping inside me and so they continue to perch on my heart it's gone heavier with love, pounding and pounding. "If you don't mind."

This is that other side of his beast I love to see.

He knows I want to, so I nodded. Even before I begin removing my clothes, his eyes are already undressing me. I'm bare, never covered whenever he stares at me. So exposed yet so free. I was never scared for his hands are soft and calming. Pleasurable. I slowly slid off my dress and he gazes at my underwear. A pair of crimson, just like his eyes. He lingered first until he decides to embrace me. And my heart is screaming.

I can't help but smile.

"Do you know about endearments?" I ask him. His face still buried on my neck, arms wrapped around my body that is half naked. I'm staring at us in the mirror, lost in reverie.

"Names you call someone special?" His voice turns adorable now it's muffled for his lips is against my shoulder. The tingles made my heart fluttery.

"What if we have one? What would it be?"

"I always loved Italian words," He removed his face from my shoulder, but is still so near mine. He stared into my eyes again and I did too. "What if I call you..."

"Amour."

Breathless, I nodded. Pulling that word inside me, placing it in the depths, beneath all multifolds of my body.

"Yes," Slowly, I removed his hands around me so we chuckled. "Amour."

Then, he helped me get into the dress. His fingers delicate as he ties the strings on my back.

When we're done, we walked out of the closet room. Before leaving, I looked at my friends scattered. Some on Blaze's bed, some even on the balcony, some on the floor sleeping. I smacked my palm against my forehead, rolling my eyes but chuckling.

All the way towards the dining hall, Blaze held my hand. I realized then that I've never gone much to the royal dining hall before because I was never assigned to give foods to them. I took in the air, a chilly reminder of who and what I'm about to face. The King and Queen. The Queen is an enough threat, and what more with the King? I've never been with him for several times, I've never been in close proximity with him. He's always accompanied with "kingly" tasks I cannot see him often. I gulped, and as if Blaze can read me, he held my hands more tightly.