Jesse groans, covering his face with his hands and falling back in his chair, but Rafe just leans forward, his tone still dangerous even if Jesse and I have given it up. “Who the fuck have you told, Ben?” Ben is silent for a second, the picture of shock. But then he leans forward, staring into R
I continue glaring at Jesse, but Rafe moves on with his interrogation of Ben. “What makes you think Luca hasn’t figured out that Ariel’s a girl?” Rafe says as he leans forward, eager for Ben’s answer and apparently deciding to trust him. “I don’t think Luca knows because he hasn’t tried to hit o
I cock my head to the side, wondering what it could be, but then the smell hits my nostrils and I groan, reaching immediately for the covered tray which I now realize holds some delicious dinner, but Rafe just laughs and swats my hand away. “That’s too heavy for you,” he says, smiling at me cheerful
“What, you’re not going to show me!?” Luca presses, laughing and reaching again for my schedule. “No way!” I shout, turning so that my back is to the arm of the couchand I’ve got my feet between us, ready to kick him away if I need to. I grew up with brothers and cousins, after all – I know how to
And a Princess, I think to myself, opening the flue to the chimney with a little smirk on my mouth. But, at least some secrets have to be kept tonight, right? Ben and Luca stay late, but not too late – walking a fine line between knowing that they’re not going to be able to sleep tonight for the s
When I next open my eyes, I’m half unsurprised to see that it’s the golden-leafed birch forest. I groan a little, covering my face with my hands even as excitement runs through me. Because – I mean – I’m only here because I want to be, right? The dream state only appears if you call for it, call f
It’s just too damn much, and I’m weak with wanting him, being the only one putting up any barriers here. “Luca,” I sigh, letting myself lean into him just a little bit, looking up at him with wide eyes as one of his arms slips around my back. “What if it’s not a dream? What if it’s real?” “You k
“What, is your subconscious homophobic?” I ask, continuing to be frustrated and a little annoyed at him for not believing me even though I’m telling him the truth and spilling a serious secret for his own good. Because honestly! I could make out with him here! And I would be the only one who knew