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heartbeat began to slow as Gavin whispered intensely, “I will save them. You have to trust me.” She shook her head vigorously, knowing she had no other choice if she ever wished to see Terric and Rosalind alive again.
But though her heartbeat had momentarily slowed down, it wasn't meant to last long. Gavin bent forward and pressed a petal soft kiss to her lips, causing a scorching heat to whirl within her. Her heart began beating erratically. For a moment, she forgot all about the danger her family was in. Opening her eyes ever so slowly, she forced herself to pull back from the intoxicating kiss and barely managed to whisper, “You must go. Hurry.”
“I cannot leave, at least until I tell you the news.”
Gwendolyn's eyes snapped open as Jarin's voice infringed upon her dream. His face was barely an inch above her own as he sat next to her in the boat. She sprung up from where she was lying, hitting her head against his own in the process. Jarin jerked back in pain, swiftly losing his balance. His arms began to flail wildly, and before she knew what was happening, the boat began to tip, forcing both of them into the frigid water of the moat.
Gwendolyn gasped as her head was pulled quickly under the water. The weight of her wet dress threatened to pull her down and keep her under. She fought with all her strength to break through the surface, inhaling a much needed breath of fresh air. Wiping the water from her eyes, she squinted them angrily at Jarin who was treading water a few feet away.
“What were you thinking?” she screamed at him, furious for his intrusion on her privacy.
She couldn't even comprehend why seeing his face in front of hers instead of Gavin's when she awoke infuriated her so badly, but it did, possibly even more so than being dumped so suddenly into the moat.
Before he could even answer, she was screaming at him again. “Did you kiss me?” She knew the answer by the deep shade of red his face suddenly turned.
“How dare you,” she continued. “What were you thinking?” The thought of him taking a kiss without her permission galled her to no end. Her first kiss had been stolen from her.
Jarin stuttered out an apology, but Gwendolyn paid him no mind. She quickly swam to the side of the moat and hoisted herself inelegantly onto the swampy shore beneath the willow tree, peeling her sopping dress away from her body, ever aware that it was clinging to her frame immodestly. Jarin was close behind her. Pulling himself from the water, he sat down next to her which only made her more mad. She quickly stood up and made to leave.
“Don't go. I have something important to tell you,” he pleaded.
“Jarin, you just rudely kissed me without permission, then proceeded to tip me into the moat. What makes you think I give a fig about anything you have to say right now?”
“I'm sorry for that, truly I am. I was so excited to see you and to tell you what I found out, that I begged my father to allow me to leave the shop for a few hours so I could come tell you myself. As I approached the castle I saw you asleep in the boat. It had found its way to the shore. You looked so still, at first it frightened me. I came to see if you were well. I climbed in the boat with you to check on you, but it soon become apparent that you were only sleeping. You looked so peaceful, so beautiful, I just couldn't help myself,” his speech tapered off as he hung his head in embarrassment and mumbled, “Please forgive me.”
Gwendolyn stiffened her shoulders and titled her chin haughtily. “Well if you ever desire to kiss me again, I insist you ask me first.”
“May I kiss you?” He surprised her by asking boldly.
“Nay!” She squealed.
“Mayhap later?”
“Mayhap never.” How could he believe she'd ever kiss him again after that?
“Now if you don't mind, I'm going to catch a chill if I do not get out of these wet clothes. You best return to the shop before your father gets angry.”
Jarin rose
But though her heartbeat had momentarily slowed down, it wasn't meant to last long. Gavin bent forward and pressed a petal soft kiss to her lips, causing a scorching heat to whirl within her. Her heart began beating erratically. For a moment, she forgot all about the danger her family was in. Opening her eyes ever so slowly, she forced herself to pull back from the intoxicating kiss and barely managed to whisper, “You must go. Hurry.”
“I cannot leave, at least until I tell you the news.”
Gwendolyn's eyes snapped open as Jarin's voice infringed upon her dream. His face was barely an inch above her own as he sat next to her in the boat. She sprung up from where she was lying, hitting her head against his own in the process. Jarin jerked back in pain, swiftly losing his balance. His arms began to flail wildly, and before she knew what was happening, the boat began to tip, forcing both of them into the frigid water of the moat.
Gwendolyn gasped as her head was pulled quickly under the water. The weight of her wet dress threatened to pull her down and keep her under. She fought with all her strength to break through the surface, inhaling a much needed breath of fresh air. Wiping the water from her eyes, she squinted them angrily at Jarin who was treading water a few feet away.
“What were you thinking?” she screamed at him, furious for his intrusion on her privacy.
She couldn't even comprehend why seeing his face in front of hers instead of Gavin's when she awoke infuriated her so badly, but it did, possibly even more so than being dumped so suddenly into the moat.
Before he could even answer, she was screaming at him again. “Did you kiss me?” She knew the answer by the deep shade of red his face suddenly turned.
“How dare you,” she continued. “What were you thinking?” The thought of him taking a kiss without her permission galled her to no end. Her first kiss had been stolen from her.
Jarin stuttered out an apology, but Gwendolyn paid him no mind. She quickly swam to the side of the moat and hoisted herself inelegantly onto the swampy shore beneath the willow tree, peeling her sopping dress away from her body, ever aware that it was clinging to her frame immodestly. Jarin was close behind her. Pulling himself from the water, he sat down next to her which only made her more mad. She quickly stood up and made to leave.
“Don't go. I have something important to tell you,” he pleaded.
“Jarin, you just rudely kissed me without permission, then proceeded to tip me into the moat. What makes you think I give a fig about anything you have to say right now?”
“I'm sorry for that, truly I am. I was so excited to see you and to tell you what I found out, that I begged my father to allow me to leave the shop for a few hours so I could come tell you myself. As I approached the castle I saw you asleep in the boat. It had found its way to the shore. You looked so still, at first it frightened me. I came to see if you were well. I climbed in the boat with you to check on you, but it soon become apparent that you were only sleeping. You looked so peaceful, so beautiful, I just couldn't help myself,” his speech tapered off as he hung his head in embarrassment and mumbled, “Please forgive me.”
Gwendolyn stiffened her shoulders and titled her chin haughtily. “Well if you ever desire to kiss me again, I insist you ask me first.”
“May I kiss you?” He surprised her by asking boldly.
“Nay!” She squealed.
“Mayhap later?”
“Mayhap never.” How could he believe she'd ever kiss him again after that?
“Now if you don't mind, I'm going to catch a chill if I do not get out of these wet clothes. You best return to the shop before your father gets angry.”
Jarin rose
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