I would think so.
Wed Feb 5, 2014 15:52

As far as first kisses went, Demitri wasn’t really sure if he was actually doing it right. Olivia was frozen for a moment and the Aquila was afraid that he’d done the wrong thing. Before his brother’s marriage, Demitri had seen Ambroise kiss quite a few girls. His brother had often been on the receiving end of a slap after that and the fifteen year old really didn’t care to be slapped. His fears were calmed as Olivia’s lips moved with his and he found himself guiding her clumsily. Although a fair share of kisses had been stolen by some noble girl who thought that they were seductive in doing so, Demitri had never really kissed anyone before. None of them even held a candle to how he was feeling in the moment.

"I-I think I get it now,"

Demitri watched as Olivia brushed her fingers against her lips and he chuckled at her words. Of course she understood now, there was no mistaking it. The boy leaned his forehead against hers, reluctant to lose the contact between them. Part of him longed to kiss her again, but the more sensible part of him urged him to speak to her. To confirm what he’d done and that he meant what he’d said. He flashed a lopsided grin, corners of his mouth twitching with slight amusement. He fixed his eyes on hers, making sure that she was looking at him before speaking again.

“I would certainly hope that you do,” he said, the slightest hint of mirth coloring his tone. “Because when I say that I like you and that you’re special, I think I know what I’m saying.”

There. He’d gone and said it. He, Demitri de Frère, liked Olivia. Somehow, he was sure that it had been from the moment he first met her in the Reference Center. It was odd, he’d only known her for a little over two months, but he felt as though he’d known her for years. Almost the second (or what seemed to be the second) that his brown eyes had met hers, he’d felt something. Now that he had told her, there was no taking it back and no mistaking what he meant. It was clear as day and he hoped she felt the same.

  • Slipping, slipping, slipping. Brown eyes watched, praying to the heavenly nothing. Please. No. Please! His hand in hers, the skin so warm against her own, and it felt like infinity. An unspoken... more
    • I would think so. — Demitri, Wed Feb 5 15:52
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