Jade_eyes: I thought you might enjoy that @Jade_eyes Mira: Thanks! Well, it won't be quite as easy as Josetta hopes ... Entry Thirteen “Josetta,” Foley repeated. “I …” He trailed off, obviously unsure of what to say. For once, I didn’t hesitate. I couldn’t, if I was to get what I wanted. If I let my natural shyness overcome me and fled back to the house, it would be the end of any chance I ever had with this man. Instead, I put a finger over his soft, wonderful lips. “Shh,” I whispered, then replaced my finger with my lips. His arms went around me, and he pulled me close. It was, without a doubt, the best moment of my life. We broke apart for air, but before I could fully catch my breath, his mouth descended on mine again—a little harder this time, but I didn’t mind. All I could think about was how good his lips felt. Mine. Mine. He loosened his arms, and I felt the cool night air rush in between us. I met his eyes, unafraid—and determined to fight for him, if I had to. “Ah,” he said. “Well. Josetta. Princess. My lady—” I shook my head. We were not going back to that. “Josetta,” I whispered. “I want you to call me Josetta.” He hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Josetta.” The light was fading, but I could still see the sweet smile on his face. It seemed he liked saying my name—almost as much as I liked hearing his say it. “Foley.” I couldn’t help giggling a little. We were both awkward and unsure—but that, I thought, could change. If only I knew what to do or say next. “Josetta.” Foley let his arms dropped. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry—that was wrong.” In an instant, I felt the bottom drop out of my stomach. No. This isn’t supposed to happen. “I can’t—we can’t—that is, I was wrong.” In the dim light, I could see his face shift to a cold, hard mask. “I was wrong,” he said stiffly. “I apologize.” “No.” I shook my head. “No, I don’t want you to—” “I think we should go back inside.” I tried to meet his eyes, but his were unfocused and aimed slightly over my shoulder. The wind felt freezing now. He doesn’t want me. I did the only think I could think of: I turned and ran back to the house. I heard him follow me, but I didn’t care. I could barely see the ground through my tears.