769 The question- Part 1

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For a second, Lucy didn't grasp what Theodore meant when he uttered the word 'you' to her. There seemed to be something that lurked behind his eyes, and she stared right into it. 

When a faint smile appeared on his lips, blood started to rush back into Lucy's cheeks, and her eyes slightly widened when she finally came to understand what he meant. He took two long steps towards her. His arm went around her petite waist, and he turned her around before closing the door shut with his other hand. 

Her heartbeat increased, flipping now and then as he slowly leaned towards her without rushing things from his side, letting her sink in with the emotions that his actions were making her feel. 

Theodore heard Lucy's heart beating loudly along with the crackling fire that came from the fireplace. He leaned his face close to her, watching her closely before their lips were just an inch away from each other. 

"May I?" asked Theodore, asking for Lucy's permission as he wanted to confirm this was what Lucy wanted. That she was ready to accept him and move forward by letting go of the things that had happened in the past. 

With Theodore's closeness to her and with his lips that hovered in front of her, her lips trembled. Not because she was scared or nervous, but the anticipation of what might happen thundered in her chest. 

"You already have all the answers when it comes to me," replied Lucy, her neck shyly craning up. One of her hands were placed on his chest, and the other on his arm when he had caught her off guard in his arms. "You can," she whispered. 

She understood the loneliness and the emptiness that she had felt a few minutes ago after Theodore had left her room. It was like a piece of her was missing, and she would never be whole again without his next to her. 

Since how many years had she been waiting for him, and her eyes started to glisten as they moistened with the unshed tears. She felt Theodore bring the back of his hand near her cheek, caressing it gently before it settled below her chin. 

Without wasting another second, Theodore closed the remaining distance between their lips to kiss her. Her lips were more than he had imagined it to be. They were soft like the velvety rose petals, and he couldn't help himself but relish in its softness. 

Lucy felt a gasp escape from her lips when Theodore broke the kiss for a fleeting second before he captured her lips in his again. Her eyes had closed, and her hand that was on him held on to him for support so that her knees wouldn't give away. She could feel her heart bursting out with bright colours because of the feelings that were spiralling out from her. 

To Theodore, Lucy was sweet, like a fruit that he had been holding himself back from eating it. But now that he had her in his arms, he didn't want to gobble up the fruit and instead, he wanted to eat it slowly so that he could relish every bite of it. 

She opened up to him like a flower that bloomed in spring, and he tasted her, nibbling her lips with his teeth playfully before letting his teeth graze her jawline, tasting everything she could offer to him. He could hear her heart tremble, her body heating up quickly, and when he had kissed her some more, he finally pulled away from her lips. 

Her eyes were partly closed, and she heaved as she breathed through her lips. 

Lucy's eyes fluttered to look at Theodore, who was already looking at her, "Are you going back to your room?" she asked him, her voice turning slightly anxious. 

Theodore smiled looking at her, "I was thinking of going back to my room," and Lucy's face fell, her shoulders drooped. He said, "But maybe not alone."

Lucy didn't want Theodore to go away as it felt like they hadn't spent enough time together. She didn't want the day to come to an end. "To your room?" she asked in confirmation with a soft gulp. 

"You don't want to?" asked Theodore, his red eyes looking at Lucy as he patiently waited for her answer. 

It wasn't that Lucy didn't want to, and she finally nodded her head, "Okay."

"Okay," replied Theodore, his smile warm enough to settle her ragging emotions. 

Lucy's feelings were like the dried logs of wood that had been waiting for Theodore, who had left a spark of fire for her to catch up in flames now. With just a simple touch of caress and a kiss that felt like she was going to melt right into his arms, she doubted she would be able to sleep by herself. 

Theodore let go of Lucy's hand that he had been holding. He walked towards the door that he had closed earlier, glad that he had arrived at a time where the maids and the other servants of the castle had gone asleep. He doubted he would have been able to keep his cool if someone had dared to disturb them. 

Earlier, when he had left Lucy's room, he had walked until the end of the corridor, and he then stopped. Realizing he didn't want to keep things waiting. He and Lucy had waited enough for this lifetime. 

"My princess," Theodore said, waiting for her to start walking, and Lucy caught hold of the front of her dress as if she didn't know what to do with it. 

She heard the door click, and Theodore started to walk. She was quick to follow him. 

In the past, even though Theodore had spent enough time on her patio with her, Lucy had never spent more than ten minutes in his room, which was why this was a new feeling. She had never felt like this when she was with Samuel, not even once, and she realized what kind of place she had been in. Nobody could elicit feelings from her the way Theodore did. 

They walked in the deserted corridor, light present because of the flames of the torches that were placed on the walls. Out of eagerness, she had agreed to spend her time in his room, but then she remembered something and said, 

"Wait!" her words came out as a whisper. 

Theodore turned around, wondering if Lucy had changed her mind. Though he hadn't expected her to change her mind this soon, he would let her go if she wanted to. With a faint smile still on his lips, he asked, "Is something the matter?" 

"T-that," Lucy started while looking around the corridor to make sure there was no one. "I forgot to carry my blanket."

In the past, the marriage that existed between her and Samuel, they had different blankets for each other. Lucy didn't want Theodore to feel cold without his blanket if he was going to give it to her, she thought to herself.