Queen
She doesn’t move.
“Your star?” she asks, I nod, licking my lips.
“Nattehimmel?” she asks at the same time I say “Mit yndling”
I reach her, and put my hands on her upper arms, running them gently up and down
“My favourite.” I explain “Nattehimmel is night sky. Like your eyes.”
She rolls her eyes at me, and I can’t help but smile back at her.
“Stooppp” she utters, tilting her face up to mine as our noses almost touch.