Why can't he love me?

Can we kiss?

I watched deep inside his eyes. 

The forest that scares my being.

I watched his lips.

His plump lips.

Red one.

Natural one.

I never kissed before.

How does it feel?

He was near me.

I could eat his breath.

I could breathe in him.

"Can we kiss?" I said abruptly.

He held confusion on his face.

"We can't."

"But I want."

"And I don't."

"Stop making my heart cry."

"Your heart is too much pathetic to stop crying."

"Would you like to smell my hair?"

"Would you like to tell me what happened?"

"I don't remember.."

"You will be coming home, you will remember and going to tell me every detail, understood?" He demanded.

"Priam.."

"WHO THE f**k IS PRIAM?" He shouted by coming more near my face.

Just inches of distances.

We could have kissed.

"Your shirt.."

He gripped me by my hair hard, and watched my eyes, my scared eyes, scared that he won't kiss me.

But he did.

He smashed his full lips on mine.

All time my eyes were open.

It was like something exploded.

Tingling sensation all over my body, all over my mind, all over my heart.

The feeling was making me weak. 

Was making me happy while bringing back my tears.

His eyes were closed and his lips were tasting mines. His lips felt like the best taste, sensation, feeling ever.

It was mere seconds when the kiss finished, and mere seconds when he left me alone in this room.

Smiling and I don't know what else.

Back in the mansion.

Hateful stares, pitiful ones. 

And there's Amelia

Motherly stare.

I was left alone in my humble room.

I raised the rug and removed the broken board on the floor. I brought one of the top-made letters on my hand. It was old and full of feelings.

"The kiss"

"When it comes, don't go with it.

With the illusions it will bring.

Let him break your heart.

But never break it by your own."

I smiled, and took it on my my hand.

After making everything like it was. I took the lighter from the drawer and  began to burn the letter, began to burn the illusions.

I heard a lot of voices.

Someone knocked on my door.

It was Emily!

"The guests came! You need to help us. They are 35. We need to prepare 34 rooms and the meal..

"Why not 35?"

She hesitated and then answered. 

"Well, you see the emm, the mam, the  red-headed one will stay on master's room..."

Please tell me what do you think about this story. It's my first time writing here, should i keep doing it?