Mr Proud And Mrs Insensitive – Chapter 25

MR. Proud And Mrs. Insensitive

Husband and wife

A romance novel written by : Pamela James

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Chapter 25

Micheal’s p.o.v

“Yeah, I did. You are not hard to persuade.”

“Well, I’m not going to believe you next time!” I laugh.

“Ah, yeah, you will still come and help me.”

“You seem so sure.”

“No, I know you will, it would ki*ll you not to.”

“Well then, I didn’t expect to see this side of you… I didn’t think there was this side to you.”

“What? I can play games too. I’m not a scared little girl, I can be mean when I want to be.”

“Mean? I was thinking more like evil.”

“Wow… that is a whole other deal… too far.”

“Awe, I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.” I say with sarcastic sympathy.

“Micheal! Play nice!” she says, splashing me.

“Don’t start that with me, or else you will drown in a wave.”

“Quite a lot of talk for someone who is standing, shivering, four feet away.”

“Are you egging me on?”

“Hey, I’m just saying.” She shrugs her shoulders.

“Okay… alright… It’s on!”

And with that, a water fight ensued.

I begin to chase Amanda until she stops and shields herself from the wave I create to splash her.

She splashes back, but not nearly as much as I do.

It isn’t until she is gasping for breath that she calls a truce.

“Jeez, Micheal….. you weren’t kidding with that drowning threat.”

“I never joke about drowning,” I smirk.

As she wicks away the hair from her face and wipes her eyes clear of water drops, I can see now how genuinely she is smiling.

She is having fun, forgetting about everything else.

This is a success.

“That was fun.” She admits.

“I need to do that more often.”

“I can splash you again, Amanda, You will always lose.”

She smiles even brighter and lets out a laugh.

“I don’t doubt it.” She says before looking back out to the water.

As she looks out at the lake, I look at her.

She is completely soaking wet and her hair falls down her cheeks and sticks to her skin in whichever which was it can.

She looks so short as the water comes up to her waist.

And her eyes, they have been continuously glowing from the moonlight against them.

She looks beautiful.

“Hey, look! I think I saw a loon!” She points off into the distance.

I look off to where she points, but there is no sign of a loon in my sight.

“A loon? Where? I don’t see one.” I admit.

“Right out there!”

I stare out to where she points and squint my eyes, hoping to see it, but I still don’t see anything.

“Here…” she says as she struggles to walk over closer to me to show me properly.

“It’s over there… next to that buoy.” She points.

Now, closer to me and able to point to it from my position, I’m able to see the faint silhouette of the bird calmly sitting on top of the water.

“I don’t think I have seen a loon here in ages. Mind you, I haven’t been here in ages, but wow, there it is.”

I admit.

Then, there is this sudden realization that we are merely a foot apart.

She looks up at me with a look I can’t quite read, and I’m unsure of what to say.

So, I decide to admit it, I decide to say what I wanted to say earlier.

“Please don’t disappear… I don’t want this wedding to end, and then we end up becoming strangers again. I know we don’t know each other well and I know I was shitty for a while, but it doesn’t feel right… you leaving straight away.”

She looks at me with a different kind of look.

One of confusion, but also curiosity.

“But, it’s just inconvenient for me to stay.”

“No, it’s not. I don’t want you to leave… I want to actually get to know you and be friends… or maybe even more than that… if you want that too…”

Now, I’m just flying by the seat of my pants with this confession.

I don’t mean to put her on the spot, hell, I didn’t even think I’d be admitting this.

I don’t think I have fully admitted this to myself.

But the truth is, I have this perfect opportunity to be able to actually have a relationship with a girl that could be good for me.

Maybe it’s premature to suggest such a thing, especially since this is the first night I have really accepted that I don’t want her to go, but I guess these feelings have built up over time.

“I don’t mean to put pressure on you… I just… I needed you to know what I have been thinking about…”

Speechlessly, she stands in front of me, still looking up with that same look.

I’m uncertain if she knows how to respond.

“I-um… I hadn’t thought about that…” she admits.

“I mean, I have… certainly, I have. I just, I didn’t think you had any interest in actually trying. Hell, I even admitted to your Mom that I wish you did… I don’t know what to say…”

“Just… say you will try… with me. I know I’m not the easiest person to be around… I have baggage and I can’t trust as easily as I would like to… but I can promise you that I will give out the best of me… just as long as you can put up with the bad parts.”

I think that, right there, was unintentionally the vows I was meant to propose with a ring, or perhaps, in front of an altar.

It just so happens that I accidentally said them without even meaning to.

And then, as I would have hoped, she smiles.

“Okay,” she grins.

“If you want to try, then let’s try.”

Tbc