Craving

Craving

I woke up slowly the next morning for a start with a momentarily confusion, not sure how last night went after I got back to the Prince’s room. I let out a loud yawn and had to wrinkle my nose at the attack of liquor in my breath.

Aside from the bad breath, my head seem to hurt a little. I glanced down at myself and found that I was still in my dress from last night and even more, lying on the Prince’s bed.

I gasped and jerked away when I noticed his shirtless form sleeping beside me. His mouth slightly parted as he lay sleeping still. Not wanting to know if he was naked or not, I carefully untangled myself from the heavy sheet on the bed before crawling out of it as well, still careful not to wake him up.

I hurried into the bathroom and towards the sink and splashed some water on my face. The ice cold water jerking me awake even more as I was left staring at my reflection in the mirror. The pin holding my hair together had fallen off and leaving some of it to fall over my fac