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
“Of course sprinkles,” I murmur, sighing as I take one last look of him, “too many. Like, way more than seems practical.” I take a deep breath, savoring his scent and the press of his muscled torso against me for one last second. I hesitate, but then I lift my hands, and let my palms press against h
At least, not the way I’m doing them. Awe hits me again as we walk into the dining hall. My head swivels around, taking in the gorgeous sight of round tables set up in what looks like a damn cathedral. The four-story ceilings arch high above us, shadows hiding the light from the chandeliers and th