Chapter 12: First Kiss or Second?
Talia didn’t remember where she was when she asked Cyrus that or what season it was, but the man with the prettiest of blue eyes looked back at her and his usual doting and calm face had a slight ripple of surprise to it.
"Princess Talia..." he squatted in front of her and ruffled her hair that was short at that time. He didn’t look troubled or enthusiastic. Him who was ten years elder than her sure was mature.
"Do you want to kiss ME or do you want to KISS me?"
He raised his brows and his soft blond hair moved gently along the breeze. That’s the kind of feeling she always felt around him... Calm and protected.
Talia was smart enough to understand his intent by how he emphasised certain words.
"Mmm... I just wanted to kiss I guess," she said truthfully. That’s all the girls in her class were talking about and she was curious.
" So, you are at that age..." Cyrus stood up, "Tell you what, Princess... First kisses aren’t magical with fireworks bursting or flowers blooming in the background like in those movies and books you read. It would be just... Meh!" he pursed his lips and waved his hand.
"But don’t worry, it would get better the more you do it," he said and left the balcony where the gentle tropical breeze ruffled her hair as she wrapped her arms around her knees inside that egg shaped bamboo swing she liked to sit.
’He’d know’ she thought at that time. Cyrus knew what he was talking about as he had a lot of girls he liked. He had experience.
"First kiss... Can that be even considered a kiss..?" she mumbled. Somehow the boy she met at the creek came to her mind and brought a smile to her lips.
’How silly was I back then! And naive... And that boy blatantly lied that he’d marry me...’