Chapter 27 Bleary Thoughts
Chapter twenty-seven
Bleary Thoughts
Alaceandra
Iwake up feeling off balance. My heart stills in my chest as I register it is the prince holding me close to him and not Sorin.
The prince who I kissed last night. My brain reminds me oh so helpfully.
I look up to see he is watching me. He traces a finger over my face, and I steel myself against the rush going through me at his touch.
He runs a finger over my lips, and I shudder.
Sleep is still pulling at my senses, my waking thoughts interconnecting with my dreams which is why I do not stop him when his fingers skate their way into my hair, and he slowly pulls me into a gentle kiss.
The feel of his lips on mine zings through me, my bleary thoughts coalescing into consciousness and I jerk away from him.
“Um, good morning.” I rub my eyes.
He stays where he is. “How did you sleep?” His voice is husky.
I close my eyes for a moment. “Well, I think.”
“Good.”
We stare at each other. Memories flicker through my mind of last night’s events and an ache starts to form between my thighs.
The prince raises his hand to smooth some of the hair from my face and my eyes dart back to his lips.
What difference would it make if I kissed him one more time?
Stop, Alaceandra, you cannot. I remind myself, even as I lean into his touch.
Our faces are a breath apart when a shrill voice rings throughout the room.
“I am from Unduli, beast! How dare you think doors will stop me!” Baldar squeaks indignantly from the bottom of the bed. His form appears in a puff of smoke.
I jump at the noise, pulling away from the prince.
“Stop your squeaking, demoni,” the prince commands, irritated.
“Why you little—” Baldar sputters.
“Okay!” I run my hand over my face. An overwhelming urge to escape this small room overcomes me and I glance towards the bathroom door.
“We, uh, better catch up with the others.” I mumble, before scooting off the bed and capturing the squirming Baldar.
I start to walk towards the bathroom and change but the prince’s snort stops me in my tracks. I spin around.
“What now?”
A small smile graces his handsome face. “Please do not think you will get away with running from me again, Little Dove. I will catch you.”
I shoot him a glare and shut the bathroom door with a bang. If you say so, Your Majesty. His laughter sneaks through the door and I lean against it. This is going to be a long fucking day.