While I'm sitting at the sushi bar, I lick my lips. My eyes follow the sushi plates lining up and moving in front of me. They all look so tempting. In a heartbeat, I grab one plate that has salmon sashimi. I'm pouring the soy sauce over it when I feel Prince gaze on me. I turn my head towards him and find him staring at me in amusement. "What?" I ask him nonchalantly and waste no time to put the food into my mouth with the chopsticks. "Nothing." He smiles, still gazing at me. I would be shaking if I allowed myself to be completely affected by Prince Effect, but fortunately, my favorite food is such a good distraction. Tasting the sweet favour of the salmon, I close my eyes, enjoying every bit of it. It tastes like heaven. Even Drake once told me that I ate it like I was in a TV commercial. "You know," Prince begins. "This is quite a sight." I raise my brows. "Usually, girls tend to eat more carefully in front of me," Prince says. "They tried to maintain their image, even some
I take off my lab coat as my first chemistry lab ends. It's been a long session and quite tiring. Tucking the files back into my bag, I wonder how I'll get home later. I guess that I would take the bus, since my car is broken -- I just found out this morning when I couldn't start the engine. "Have you asked someone to fix your car?" Kyla asks beside me, slinging her backpack over her shoulders. Since we're taking the same major, we have many classes together, and I find it pleasing. She's my first friend here. "Nope." I sigh. "Why don't you try to ask Prince?" she asks as we exit the lab. She winks, teasing me, and I roll my eyes. So, this girl here has asked me about how I managed to hand my jaw-dropping assignment to Professor Adams so quickly, and I've told her about Prince. But no, I can't trouble Prince again. I'm well aware that Prince is busy preparing for the football game tomorrow, and I don't want to disturb him. Why do I have to be so clueless about cars? I'm going to
Tears brimming my vision, I stare at Prince storming in our direction. I can't believe that someone actually comes to save me. The sick, perverted psychopath abruptly lets go of me, pushing me to the wall. He wastes no time to run off, leaving me here with mouth agape, shaking on the ground. "Don't you dare, you asshole." Prince is ready to run after him, but when he sees the state that I'm in, he stops dead in his track. He freezes. I can see that he's shocked by how I look. My head pulses with sharp pain, and I wince, touching my forehead. Then I find blood on my palm. My forehead is apparently bleeding from the smack against the brick wall. "Jesus, Ches -- " he rasps before his jaw tightens, and I can even see his eyes burning with rage before he snaps his head back toward the bastard running away. "No," I cry out, stopping him before he can move further to catch the bastard. "D-don't leave me," I stutter. I can barely speak after what happened. I don't want to be left alone i
Prince grabs the bathrobe hanging on the wall and covers my body with it. I realize that I was almost naked in front of him. I've never thought before that it would be that hard just to clean myself up. He seems to realize that I can't do it either, so he lifts me in his arms and carries me back into my bedroom. He lays me down on the bed, and my body tenses at the sudden loss of his warmth. Thankfully, he also lays down beside me before pulling me closer to him. It's like I need him to forget about what the psycho did to me inside the alley, to replace all the horrible and nasty feelings on my body. I still haven't cleaned myself up, but I'll survive if he keeps holding me close to him. I put my hands on his back, sighing. "Did you call the cops?" "I did," Prince says. "He deserves to rot in jail. Sick bastard." His anger is still evident in his voice. "If they don't find him, I'm going to hunt him myself. I'll find the person who fucking did this to you." Somehow, I feel somethi
Prince eyes meet mine as he scans the bleachers, perhaps because we're sitting quite close to the field. I smile, waving my hand to him. I really hope that they'll win this game, so I won't have to feel guilty for consuming most of his time. "Oh my Gosh," Kyla gasps beside me. "He's a hottie. Is that Prince?" I nod, biting my lip. "Yup." "Well, I've actually heard about him before," Kyla says. "He and Drake are really popular, like, if you're into college football, they shine so bright and make every girl swoon. But I didn't expect he would look that good. I mean, look at his body," she tattles. I don't know why, but I feel a bit irritated from knowing that she's checking his body out. Easy, girl. Oh, crap. Am I jealous? What are you thinking, Cheska? Stupid brain. No. Stupid heart. Luckily, the game starts with a kickoff, shifting my attention back to reality before I can keep blaming myself. I've heard that the opponent's team from the neighboring university is tough, but hope
I'm shocked at the sudden movement. Prince lips brush against mine. They feel so soft and delicate, and his mouth smells like fresh mint gum. He starts to move his lips, but I'm still star struck that I don't even know what I'm going to do. It tells how inexperienced I am. "Open your mouth," he whispers against my lips. What? My mind is still in cloud nine that I can't comprehend anything he says. Is this the kind of 'teaching that he meant before? Naughty, naughty Prince. But I comply anyway. I give him access, and the next thing I know is that he shoves his tongue into my mouth. His tongue teases mine and explores the new territory, so slowly that it makes me almost moan. Almost. Pull yourself together, Cheska. You don't want to embarrass yourself. But he continues kissing me, and everything feels so good and sweet in my mouth. I don't think that I'll be able to hold my moan for a long time. I like it. Fuck. I like my first kiss. I close my eyes and kiss him back, trying to
"She's not worth it, Prince." I remember Drake saying those words to Prince about Gia. Oh God, why do those words keep haunting me now that I'm trying to close my eyes to sleep? This is so infuriating. I roll my body to the side, restless. Maybe I should try counting sheep to get it out of my mind. Drake wouldn't have said something like that if Prince had really moved on, right? Drake must have known that Prince was still living under the shadow of his ex-girlfriend. Shit. I should have been aware of the aftereffect of the kiss before I allowed him to kiss me. Now, I'm becoming such an insecure girl. Because it's too good to be true. I've never felt something like this before. The chemistry between us is real -- or at least, I think so. He's too good to be true, but at the same time too real for me to pretend like he doesn't exist. And too dangerous for my vulnerable heart. I like him. I really do. To the point that I'm afraid that everything will be shattered once I enter too
"What brings you here?" I ask, trying to sound as casual as possible, my pulse quickening with every second passing by. Prince stares at me with those piercing eyes that have captivated me from the first time I laid my eyes on them. He tilts his head to the side and scoffs. "What brings me here? I guess I have no choice, since you never answered any of my texts and calls." His eyes dart on mine, as if trying to find what I'm hiding from him. I gulp, bracing my self. It's so hard to do this when the person I've been thinking about the whole time is now right here, standing before me, making my knees go weak. But I've made up my mind. This feeling is not worth it. Think about all the things in jeopardize. My heart. And his friendship with my brother. I'm such a weakling, but I'm just not ready enough to take a risk. Don't blame me, though. I have no experience whatsoever in love. All I can see are the images of those girls being dumped by my brother. "I was busy," I say nonchalantl