Black Keys (The Colorblind Trilogy #1) - Rose B. Mashal Page 0,134

hands around his neck tenderly.

“What are you doing?” the prince asked.

“Shhh, relax. I’m giving you a neck and shoulder massage. I have magical fingers,” I grinned with pride.

“You don’t hav–… Ohhh!”

Gotcha!

I smiled softly as I felt his tense shoulders relaxing right beneath my fingers. He really was very tense and I seriously felt bad for him. The poor guy’s head was just as he’d said–messy, maybe even a lot more than mine, too many thoughts. He had a lot to take care of, a lot to deal with. He was responsible for so many things already, with even more responsibilities to come after he would be crowned king. It was far too much.

He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, enjoying my touch as I worked my fingers on his neck, rubbing all of the tight muscles and tense spots, enjoying the contact and his relaxed breathing as he reclined even more in his seat.

“You really know what you’re doing,” he said softly, and I smiled widely.

“Mhmm,” I replied, touching his jawline with my thumbs, starting from behind his ears and going all the way forward until they touched at his chin. I repeated it, when I noticed from the way he breathed and hummed softly, that he was enjoying it the most.

I made the mistake of letting my gaze be averted from focusing on the spots my fingers were massaging to his beautiful features. My God! He was utterly attractive and simply breathtaking, and I wondered how I’d spent so many days doing anything other than staring at his face.

I didn’t notice that I’d stopped my hands’ movement on his neck until I found his green eyes opening and staring at my blue ones.

He didn’t say a word, but his eyes spoke tomes. I was sure he was able to hear what mine were saying very well.

I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to stop myself.

I wanted to press my lips to his. I wanted to move away.

I wanted to let him know about my new feelings. I wanted to never speak.

I wanted to get lost in his eyes. I wanted to be safe.

But then I realized, safety was in his closeness.

I bent my head down slightly, my hands still on his neck. My eyes were watching his and his were watching mine upside down. My hair made a curtain around our faces, and passion made a halo of mixed feelings and blank thoughts around us. With no more hesitation, I decided to go with what my heart was begging me to do. I touched my lips to his warm, welcoming ones.

I kissed him.

Hard.

Tight.

And sure.

The kiss was upside down.

My feelings were upside down.

My thoughts were upside down.

My whole world was no better: it had turned upside down as well.

One wave after another of bright feelings and soft emotions ran through my body as we kissed. My mind was warming and my heart was heating up; something was changing, lots of things. I found that I wasn’t that scared anymore, I wasn’t that unsure anymore. Yes, I was still a bit confused, and I was still very unsettled about my feelings towards him, but...it felt good. Like, a wonderfully amazing kind of good.

And I wanted more. I wanted it to never end.

The prince’s hands covered my own over his neck, just the slightest movement of his thumbs over them encouraged me to deepen our kiss. It grew even hotter, more needing, more searing. It was perfect. Just like any other kiss we’d shared, but this one...this one had a different meaning–to me at least. I knew that my statement this morning about the kiss I’d given him before I left and how real it was made him aware of the fact that I’d started to have feelings for him, but...kissing him this way would tell him more. I knew it would.

A part of me was hoping it would tell him that, this time, I was truly okay with going along with our plan, and I would stay here those six months without us having to talk about it, because lots of things inside of me were unsure and confused. I feared that if we started talking about it, I’d say I wanted to go, because it was the thing my mind wanted the most.

My head started to spin, and I got dizzy just being lost in the sea that was kissing the prince, tasting him and feeling his passion, so I pulled away, panting, my vision hazy and my