Do I like him or not? No, Maybe, Yes ... Now that's something I've caught myself asking more than I'd like to admit. Of course it's all a game that he's playing and I'm what he believes to be, his puppet falling right into his trap. But right now, I'm lost for words. How could I have let him stand this close. So close. He isn't the type to be jealous, so why is he doing this? We were now practically breathing the same air, his breathing ringing in my ears. Each second passed with us inching closer. One swift move and now, I'm between him and the wall. His hands on both my sides. With a furious yet serene expression on his face. His eyes moving from my scared face to lips and back again to my eyes. Leaning forward, lips brushing my ear, he whispered in a silky voice, "It was all a game at very start, but I don't think it is now. You wanna kiss me? All you had to do was ask princess"