C18 Tarryn

The prince amiably climbed under the covers, and I mentally kicked myself.

Me and my big mouth! The bed is huge, she said. We’re adults, she said. That was the problem! I was old enough to know exactly how hot His Highness was and, even worse, that I liked him. Even though he was judge-y. Even though it appeared he felt sorry for me—which I hated.

Still, and very much against my expectations