Sealed with a Kiss

"Can you leave us for a while?"I ask politely, my eyes looking back to Regor who is now raising his brow.

"You can't be serious! He might-"

"I have told you, I am not afraid of him,"I said firmly. When I turned my attention back to Pierre, I couldn't hold back the convulsive breathing that escaped from my lungs

The cuts on his chest are healing. If I am fragile like most girls, I would end up on the floor or run away. But extreme events or scary things rarely shocked me. My brain may feel the shock but it can easily recover from it, a confusing ability I discovered when I was fourteen.

I stayed speechless for a while, trying to understand what just had happened. Regor finally stepped out the room and closed the door behind him. Now, there is only me and him.

"Your wounds, they're gone."I stated. I walked closer to Pierre. There's blood on his skin but the wounds weren't there anymore. He didn't say a word nor looked at me.

"Pierre?"

He didn't answer. I have a theory of what he is but it's a silly idea.

"If you don't want to talk about it then fine. I will respect that and your ability to heal. But there's something I want you to know." I sit on the other side of the bed.

"Make it quick. I have important things to do." The coldness in Pierre's voice somehow hit my heart. It only proves that he was devastated because I rejected him.

"Getting married at eighteen isn't my thing, you know and the two of us, a pair of strangers getting married out of the blue? It will probably shock your family. " or will surely shock aunt. "So, do you think marriage between us would work? I guess not." I really hope that he gets my message. He's older and certainly wiser than me.

Pierre stands and tears his shirt then use it to wipe the blood on his chest. And seeing his bare torso really distracted me. Who couldn't be? He has a body of a hunk-solid muscle enclosed in six packed abdomen. Gosh!

Now remember girl! This man wanted to marry you! Look at that abs and face, like a face of a god!

"You have already rejected me. There is no point of this conversation,"Pierre spit the words like he is truly hurt. I can even feel what he feels. How is that even possible? When my eyes glanced back at him, I saw his sad face once again. Probably, he's feeling worse inside and that thought influenced my emotion. It caused me to shed tears which really shocked me to the core.

"What is happening to me?"I asked, my hands wipe the tears immediately.

"You chose to hurt the both of us. But don't worry, you can get through this,"he said. We stared at each other and I can tell Pierre does not like seeing me lonely.

Maybe I can give us a chance. He is a complete stranger, yes and I'm eighteen now but maybe he can wait for me until I finally agree and in doing so we can discover each other's personalities as well.

"I have refused to marry you but it doesn't mean that I am rejecting you. You have just assumed it. It's just marriage for me is something that can wait," I said softly. His brows knitted, clearly he thinks I'm a liar but I still continue with my ranting. "We can do that later, Pierre. Just not right now. I'm just eighteen and barely surviv- Uhmp!"

Yeah! I uhmped because Pierre suddenly put his lips on mine.

What the heck! He pulled back and smiled at me but I was a bit furious. This dramatic man had stolen my first kiss!

Nevertheless a kiss is still a kiss and we sealed the deal with a kiss! Right.