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My abrupt laughter filled the room. “It feels nice too, being the one brushing.”
Her breath hitched. I couldn’t tell if she stiffened out of being offended or if it was something else.
Sadly, I set the brush down and started a french braid, it didn’t take long, I was fast at it, I wanted the moment to be more than ten minutes while the fireplace breathed light and flickered onto the side of her face. While I stared down at her in awe.
She wasn’t spoiled.
She was lonely.
Beautiful and afraid.
Most of the bravest people tend to be the most fearful of all, because they’re aware of what they could lose and the cost it might take.
I grabbed a rubber band from the bottom of the brush and wrapped it tightly around the bottom of the braid, then pressed my hands against her shoulders.
Slowly, her hands hesitated in her lap before she shakily brought them up and put them over the top of mine.
We stayed like that in silence while the wind howled.
Soon enough her head lolled to the side again, her hands dropped. I moved around her and lifted her up with the blanket and set her on the bed while I opened up her side. The sheets were freezing. I tucked the blanket over the top of the comforter, took off my boots and socks, looked down at my pants and just went screw it, she knew I wouldn’t touch her. I kept my sweater on, and crawled into bed next to her, turning the other way.
It was going to be a long night.
I had no idea what time it was when I suddenly had her plastered against my body, waking me up from a dead sleep. Teeth chattering, she pressed her head against my back. “Please take your sweater off, please.”
Yawning, I sat up and pulled it off, tossing it to the floor while she sat up and pulled hers off her head, tossing it in the same heap.
She had a black bra on and was still wearing underwear, which made it a bit easier for me.
A bit being, as much as I could physically handle.
I tucked her against my chest while she threw a leg over mine and shivered against me.
Her feet were freezing. “Gah!”
“Sorry!” She clung to me like I was her only lifeline. “I wasn’t thinking, just so cold.”
Good to know one of us was heating up, at least. I glanced out the front windows and noticed the sun was already coming up and the snow had stopped. “They should be here soon.”
“I hope not,” she mumbled.
“You want to freeze to death?” I semi joked.
“Just a few more minutes.” She finally opened up her eyes as more light lit the room while the sun rose. “Tell me you don’t agree.”
Chest heaving, I just stared at her, at the messy pieces of hair that had fallen out of her braid, at the way she suddenly cupped my face with her chilled hands.
I hesitated maybe an inch from her mouth, but she met me the rest of the way as I pulled her on top of me.
She was the perfect fit, the way her mouth softly moved against mine. This was nothing like the kiss I witnessed with Frederick, all full of lust, seduction, of trying to prove something.
This was something deeper. I moaned into her mouth when her lips parted and deepened the kiss, she still tasted like a mixture of wine and toothpaste.
I tugged a bit on her braid and flipped her onto her back. Her smile against my mouth was all the permission I needed. I reached for the strap of her bra when a loud banging sounded at the door.
We both scrambled away from each other.
“Sire! Princess Samira? Are you well?”
