Royal Proposal

Our first kiss was private. Too right to be wrong. 

Two strangers stuck in an elevator. 

How was I supposed to know he was my boss's brother? 

But our second kiss was anything but.  

He cupped my face, feeling my fear.

He stared into my eyes, afraid I would bolt. 

His spontaneous offer:  An arranged marriage with a deadline. 

He whispered, "Trust me, Princess." 

Then, the public proposal.

His perfectly sculpted lips captured mine again.

The wedding pact —sealed with a kiss. 

The emcee's high-pitched voice yelled into the microphone. 

"What just happened, folks?" 

It's fake. It's not real. 

It's only for a month. Then it's over. 

But he kisses me, not like he needs my help, but like I am his forever.