/Tristans POV/
They were picked up at the airport by Jean, their tour guide, a tanned, loud man whose love of fashion was evident by the way he colour coded everything. Even
Jane looked over Tristan. He looked so much younger when happy, stripped of those fake smiles and curt nods. The Prince was so much more, his dark lashes against skin that has only just begun to flush from the sun, a mouth that would be too wide on any other face. The breeze had his hair sticking to his face. It wasn’t fair to her. But life isn't fair, the world isn't fucking fair, and at the very least, she can’t believe that they’ll be staying together for five days on the boat, no destination, no obligations.&nbs
/Tristans POV/Tristan had fallen asleep on his back, in the middle of his own mattress. That should have kept him away from wandering, right? Apparently not. When he woke up, he’s lying on his side, with a mouthful of hair, and his dick pressing uncomfortably against the front of his boxers. It's too hot. He could feel heat thrumming through him; his hair damp on the back of
“If you killed me, you’d have to find another Prince to keep you entertained,” He pointed out.
“Have you seen this?” Jane lazily asked, putting her phone screen in front of him. It felt very natural, them naked in the bed. Together. She could quickly get used to it.
When she climbed back up the ladder,Tristan was sitting next to it, his legs dangling over the edge. He looked so soft and warm as he’s watching her, a radiant smile on his face. The bartender couldn’t handle that, can’t handle him. She shook her head,spraying the Prince with droplets of water.
Jane froze in her spot, staring at the stranger hugging her boyfriend. Fake boyfriend actually. Also, she referred to him as “babe” like they have known each other romantically. That knowledge twisted something inside her. An ugly feeling crawled over her chest, gripping at her in an instant.
Jane ended up walking back to the room assigned to her. There was no use wandering in the hallways anyway. As soon as she’s in the comfort of the bed and huge duvet, the bartender stared at her contact list. The only thing she managed to grab from the nightstand without collapsing on the bed.
"I didn't know" She shakily breathed, staring at the Prince standing in front of her. Jane couldn't trust anyone, huh. Why didn't Daniel tell her anything? They talked about so many things. He could have mentioned that to her.