Kissed

Hellen's heart pounded in her chest. She hadn't expected this side of Magnar, hadn't realized the depth of his feelings. The jealousy in his eyes, the way he held her so close, it was all too much, too intense. But at the same time, there was something thrilling about it, something that made her pulse race in a way she couldn't deny.

"Why does it matter to you?" she asked feeling her heart coming to her throat. 

"Because..." he trailed his words as he continued to look in her eyes. Slowly, he leaned down, making her close her eyes instinctively. It felt like he was going to kiss her. But why was she looking forward to it instead of pushing him away. She could feel his face inching closer to her face, as his hot breath fanned her skin making goosebumps raise on her skin. She could hear her heartbeats, at his presence inching her.