something.” I tried to fill the annoying silence.
“You’re right…I shouldn’t have done...that. I really wasn’t…thinking.” His voice was a bit strange and his words were kind of slow.
I looked at him over my shoulder to see what he was doing, why he was speaking that way, as if he was distracted or not really paying attention to how he was speaking. My eyes widened and I spun once again and faced him. “Were you just checking out my butt?” I gasped.
It was the prince’s eyes’ turn to grow wide. “What? Me? No way!”
“Yes, you were!” I insisted. “You were also staring at my breasts just five minutes ago when you woke up!”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about! I wasn’t doing anything like that.”
“Oh, my God! You really are a terrible liar!” I yelled my frustration.
“True.”
“So you admit it?”
“That nightgown is…um, really short,” he shrugged.
“Ugh! Unbelievable!” I bent down and grabbed the scarf off of the floor and dropped it over my shoulders, leaving him standing there as I shook my head in disapproval of his so-not-royal behavior.
A quiet groan stopped me midway. I turned around to find him with the same look again, but now he was biting his bottom lip, releasing it when he saw mine very far from my top lip as I looked at him in disbelief with a gaping mouth. “You were checking me out. Again!”
“The gown is still short.”
I crossed my arms in front of my chest again, but given what it did to my breasts, and the look in his eyes as he tried not to stare–but failed miserably–only managing to make his eyes bounce up and down between my eyes and chest, I dropped them to my stomach as I held the scarf in my hands, narrowing my eyes at him. “This is not acceptable at all!”
“You’re right, but… He looked me up and down. “You’re really-”
“Stop it,” I interrupted him. “You can’t have those thoughts about me.”
“Excuse me, Princess. But my thoughts are all mine. I can have whatever thoughts I want.”
That stupidly-beautiful smile was back on his stupidly-beautiful lips and the stupidly-beautiful, mysterious look was back in his stupidly-beautiful, attractive eyes.
“You’re doing it now!”
“Doing what, Jealous Princess?”
“I’m not jealous,” I said. “You’re having thoughts.” I sounded ridiculous.
“I am.” Crooked smile.
“You shouldn’t.”
“It’s my head.” He licked his lips. The sight of his tongue on his lip was distracting, and I found myself watching it as it swept over his bottom lip, replaying it in my head in slow motion–and for a moment I forgot why we were arguing.
No, seriously, why we were arguing?
“You shouldn’t,” I said, lower than I intended for it to be–and not really knowing what it was that he ‘shouldn’t’ do.
I left the sunroom with a sort of foggy mind, wondering if his words meant that he was attracted to me, confused by the smile that tugged at my lips when I had the thought. Why I found it pleasing to think that the prince was attracted to me was something I couldn’t understand.
Games.
Lies.
Traps.
“Princess,” the prince’s soft voice called in a whisper from right behind me. When I turned he continued, “I was just teasing, I only wanted to make you smile.” His smile was small and his words were warm. I found myself smiling back with one side of my lips, a small and careful smile. Careful not to show my feelings. It would be so wrong of me to let him know that I-…
It would just be wrong.
When I didn’t reply, he spoke again, “I’m in a very good mood, I had a very good night.” My blood pressure started going up again. “I wish I could make you have a good night, too.”
I looked up at his eyes, waiting for something, but not really knowing what that something was. Or maybe I was just enjoying looking into his green eyes…
Wrong!
“Can you keep a secret?” he whispered.
I frowned slightly, but nodded.
The prince’s smile grew bigger and, the next thing I knew, he disappeared into the closet, spending no less than five minutes in there and then coming back with something black in his hands.
“Put this on.” He handed me a black cloth and I took it from him, frowning again when I saw that it looked like the robe I’d worn over my dress on the night of the wedding, only in a thicker material with closed front. He must’ve seen the look on my face because he added, “Trust me. Please.”
After I shrugged the scarf