Page 22 of Cursed Lifeline (Eternal Love)

Twenty One

Alfred

SONG: The Stripper | David Rose I gently place my finger under her chin and raise her beautiful face until her alluring eyes hold mine.

“Seeing you tonight has made it impossible for me to ever imagine you walking out of my life again, princess.”

“Evangeline,” she whispers. When I don’t respond, only study her with reservation, she quietly says, “Please, call me Evangeline. Princess just sounds so...”

“Regal? Magnificent? Royal? Majestic? Epic?”

She laughs. “I was going to say aristocratic.”

Brushing my fingers across her soft lips, I whisper, “The only time your given name will ever fall from my lips is when I’m honored with the feel of your mouth feverishly pressed against mine for the first time.”

She sucks in a shaky breath.

“Until then, princess,” I step back and stumble slightly. She catches me and I let out an embarrassed curse. “I will rightfully regard you with the honor bestowed upon you at birth.”

“Alright, Romeo,” she chuckles. “Just point me again toward your place and we’ll see if you remember any of this come morning.”

I oblige and give her the direction she asked for when what I really want is to point us in a direction I’m hopeful we’re both starting to go - towards each other. As we start once again down the street, my heart hammers and my breathing quickens from the feel of her body next to mine and from the knowledge that she’s here with me after all this time.

In my mind, as soaked in alcohol as it is, there’s no question if I’ll forget any of this come morning.

I won’t.

The bigger question is, will Evangeline and I deny our feelings to stay focused on the game that’s once again beginning?