My Love

"What? You believe her?" Eleanor laughed as she started walking towards the bathroom.

Cameron folded her arms. "I don't think your sister would lie to me."

"You're not my type. I like guys who—"

Before she was able to protest, Cameron suddenly grabbed her wrist and turned her around before she crashed into his chest. He then pulled her closer and gently brushed his lips in hers. His lips were warm and inviting, but the princess didn't respond. She just stood there and waited for him to release her.

"What's wrong?" Cameron said with his lips close to hers.

"Why did you kiss me? Are we rehearsing again?" Eleanor laughed.

"What do you think?"

"Look, I'm not in the mood."

"You like me don't you?"

The princess lied, "No, I don't."

Cameron said, "Yes, you do."

"I don't."

"You do."

"Fine! I do like you! Ive liked you for a long time. I love you so much that I'm like a fool! I love you so much that I cannot be myself. I love you so much that the love has hurt my heart! I'm done talking. Happy?" Eleanor shouted as tears started falling from her eyes.

As soon as Cameron heard that, he froze. The woman he actually liked felt the same way as he did, but that love was different. The love that she had for him was painful.

"Why are you angry?" Cameron tilted his head.

Eleanor wiped her tears. "I've already admitted it. You may leave. I want to rest."

"I won't let you," Cameron said as he locked the door.

"What are you doing...?" the princess asked.

"It's what you think I'm doing," Cameron replied as he kissed her forehead.

"Let me go."

"No, I won't. I have something to say."

"Then say it. I'm tired."

"Would you believe me if I say that I feel the same way?"

"How is that—"

Without letting her continue her sentence, Cameron grabbed her waist, leaned down, and kissed her. Eleanor thought of moving away, but instead, she found her face lifting to his, responding to the kiss. Eleanor was pulling him closer and he pushed her backward as her legs hit the bed. Eleanor then landed on the bed before she was trapped between him and the bed.

Cameron looked her in her eye. "I love you. I've hidden my feelings for a long time."

Eleanor blushed. "When...?"

"Ever since my sister's party."

"I see," Eleanor said as she looked away.

"Now that you know how I feel, are you willing to be with me?"

"Look, I just think that—"

"I won't take no as an answer. You're only allowed to be with me," Cameron interrupted.

He then lowered his head and kissed her full on the lips. There wasn't even a moment of hesitation. His mouth was on hers as heat rose from his body which he wasn't able to control. As Eleanor's fingers gripped his hair, he deepened the kiss, pulling her closer. Then his lips travelled to her cheek and down to her neck with gentle pecks. Eleanor then whispered his name which made his arms tighten around her, crushing her against his chest. Cameron said, "If you want me to stop, say it before I lose control of myself." When she still said nothing, he started claiming her mouth again and again. Eleanor then knotted her fists in his shirt, pulling him harder against her. Cameron's arms then circled her, held her head, as they rolled over in the bed, kissing.

"You're insane," Eleanor said as she broke the kiss which left her short in breathe.

"Can't I be?" Cameron asked as he tilted his head.

"Well I'm jealous of your relationship with the maids."

"They can't be compared to you," Cameron said.

"Why did you flirt with them then?" the princess asked.

"To ease my pain,"

"That's not an excuse,"

Cameron said, "You know how I feel towards you."

"Where did you even get the idea that I liked you?" the princess giggled.

"Your sister told me that you've been crying in your room for such a long time."

The princess folded her arms. "That's because you hurt me!"

Cameron held her face. "Look, I'm sorry okay? I didn't know."

Eleanor stood up. "Whatever. I'm going out."

Cameron then grabbed her wrist, turned her around and said, "You're not leaving this room, you're mine."

The princess laughed. "I'm not yours! I'm Leo—"

Before she was able to take another step, Cameron suddenly carried her as if she was as light as the wind. He then pushed her upwards, making her legs cross around his waist, which made them move to the left, knocking into a stool. Cameron sat on the sofa with Eleanor's arms wrapped around his neck. He then started removing his shirt, enough to pull it over his head and toss it aside, capturing Eleanor's mouth again.

"You're always gonna be mine, my love," Cameron said as he gazed into her eyes, and unbuttoned her clothes.