The Kings Mate!

and the sweet smell, it was all around me. It w

if a brick had just hit my head. My eyes shot op

king-size bed with blue linen. This was definitely not my room.

perhaps in his. I twirled around in my mind in a frenzy. What do I do? What do I do? Why would he br

did you have to fall

ould simply have been mortified. What would I have even said? I am sorry that I slept in your arms and practically forced you to c

gotten tangled up while I was asleep. I didn't even know where my headband was; it was probably in the sheets. His scent was all over me,

e clouds and a dopey grin on my face, fully

happy," a voice came

ntertop, patiently staring at me. As a whole, I have terrible senses, or is it tha

aid I went looking for my tools, a blue

g me in picking up the random dir

into the sink. He smiled. "Thank you for not giving me up toda

o..." Where ha

ang out with the rest. I can

es, my back and feet would hurt, but I'd always make it. The packhouse was not fully oc

f longing for a friend. The warmth of being understoo

hem. We did that for a whole ten minutes in sil

ered the first words, his vo

know

He chuckled,

to him about my obvious attraction to his friend or whatever Killian is to him, we might as well enjoy some ice-cream. Or maybe

king his bowl, and we sat side by s

r tells anyone his name, his f

oesn't

oesn't need a reason

and gagging pitiful thing, Andrew flung himself off the

could be foolish enough to fall for the king, but why w

d desperately for an answer. My simple mind could