One Night With The Prince
“I meant it! I expected more velvet and plush cushions. This is all upscale hipster.”
The Prince's mouth curled up at the corners.
“Wow, you thought I'd surround myself with velvet and cushions? What am I? Sixty?” He dryly remarked.
“No, but you are Royal Prince. In all honesty—“ She cut herself off, plopping on of the outdoor chairs. “I thought you would have all velvety and expensive crystal. Children fear to enter your room because you are scary.”
“Very funny.” Tristan put a plate in front of her and sat down himself. She eyed him as he pulled the chair closer, how his lashes fluttered along, sunlight turning their tips golden, and his cheekbones were prominent. For a brief time, she let
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