How could I not notice before?
Of course he looked familiar! I slapped my forehead. I did see his picture a few weeks ago. The same day I found...
Don't. Go. There.
You've had too much on your mind to pay attention to details.
Yes. That's it.
Maybe I'm not as stupid as I thought.
I know that...but he doesn't.
He must be laughing at me. I mean, they guy IS the prince of England, his picture is everywhere! Well, you know, not everywhere, but you get what I mean.
I flinched surprised when I heard Scott's voice behind me. "Surprised?" He seemed wary.
I turned to look at him and my mind swooned immediately. He had a black tight t-shirt that outlined his apparent muscles. His jeans hanged loosely over his hips and he was wearing red converse shoes. His hair was still damp and hung in bangs around his face.
He looked HOT.
Blushing, I turned to look at the picture. I didn't answer because to be honest I was pretty much speechless. I guess my mind went off again.
He and his handsomeness.
I stared at the picture I was still holding in my hands for a few seconds. The Princess looked extremely happy and the way the boys were smiling at her showed how much they loved each other. My stomach clenched tightly. She passed away eight years ago and I remember that at her funeral those two boys seemed really distraught but were keeping everything between them. Of course, they were now grown up, but still, it must have been hard...
"She was a remarkable woman," I heard myself say softly.
"She was." He sounded closer this time. My heart started racing but I still didn't turn around.
"I'm sorry..." My eyes brimmed with tears as I turned to look at him. He was close. Like really close. His minty breath sent shivers down my spine. His beautiful chocolate eyes were piercing through me and I found myself mesmerized by them, once again. He was watching me warily, but my apology shocked him. It was written all over his face.
He took a step back and turned around running a hand through his hair. "What?"
"I'm sorry about your mother...it must have been tough..."
"You weren't there," he muttered. "You didn't know her." He was still looking away.
It was true; I didn't know her...so I had no right to say that? I did feel sorry, she was an amazing woman and a lot of people around the world mourned her for a long time...some still do...
The anger on his voice did make me flinch, though. "I know I didn't know her, but she was-" I stopped myself. This was obviously a difficult subject for him, and I had to remember that he didn't push me for information, so I didn't have any right to bring this up.
"I'm sorry, Scott. You are right, I have no right to-"
He turned to glance at me, his eyes showed how painful this was for him, but he was still watching at me in some kind of awe."It's okay." He lifted his palm to stop me from saying anything else.
"It's just, too personal, I guess."
I smiled reassuringly at him, while shrugging. "Well, we can always bitch about the weather."
His lips tugged up in a sexy smile. "Bitch?"
I stopped breathing at that. My intention was to change the mood, but this somehow backfired to me...sheesh...couldn't he be uglier? He wouldn't have any kind of effect in me, then.
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***Published under Pop Fiction Books & Featured by Wattpad*** Emily Gonzalez's fiance, Sam, is handsome, has a good job and loves her-or at least that's what she thinks. But getting married has never felt right for her. What girl in her right mind w...