EVAN
With a cute purse on his lips, he said, “this should be romantic, Princess.”
“That is not us,” I chortled. This is the most romantic scene in my life. He just doesn’t know it.
I’ve dreamt about Prince Charming, I can’t deny that, but I much prefer the prince like what princess Rapunzel had. Evan is my perfect Flynn Rider.
“Us…” He hummed, resting his forehead against mine. “You are mine.”
My eyes rolled at his domineering attitude. “Always had been.”
A genuine glimpse of surprise loomed over his features, clearly not expecting my response. I’m just being honest here, with him and most of all, with myself.
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