“Well, I stand corrected, Your Highness.”
I rolled my eyes. “Don’t call me that.” I turned in a circle, trying to figure out where to put him.
“What are you doing?”
“I don’t know.”
He laughed.
“So… what do I get for winning our bet?”
“We didn’t bet anything.”
I rolled my eyes. “I should still get a prize for carrying around your heavy ass.”
He stared at me, and I met his gaze, my breath leaving when I saw the look on his face. He looked… hungry. Or something. I wasn’t sure, but it was intense, and it was aimed right at me.
His eyes flicked down to my lips, and I gasped.
Holy crapola on a stick. Was he… did he… was he going to kiss me?
Oh my Scales, Roman, my crush, wanted to kiss me?
Why? How? What was he—
He whispered, “What if I give you a k—”
He was cut off by my phone ringing, making us both jump. I turned around again, still with Roman in my arms—even though my arms were getting tired—looking for my phone.
Where the hell had I put the damn thing in my drunk state?
“I plugged it in in the kitchen,” Roman said quietly.
“Mm. Thanks.” I carried him into the kitchen, having to squeeze through the door sideways so I didn’t knock him out by smacking his head against the doorframe.
He laughed again. “You’re gonna have to put me down to answer the phone.”
Damn. He was right.
With a sigh, I bent over to put his feet on the ground, then straightened as I let him go. Roman was right there, staring at me with that same look again. He surprised me by running his knuckles over my cheek before he leaned in and placed a kiss there.
On my cheek.
Not exactly the type of kiss I’d been hoping for, but it still made my belly swoop and my heart melt.
He was so damn sweet with me.
Everyone else saw this stoic asshole of a king’s guard, but with me, Roman was just… Roman. Kind, sweet, gentle, tender, cute, protective, and about a million other things I couldn’t even think of right now.
And he’d kissed my cheek.
How fucking cute was that?
When he stepped back, I just stood there, staring at him.
He smiled. “You should get that, babe.”
I blinked, heard the ringing phone, and turned toward it. When I flipped the phone over and saw it was my dad calling, I huffed and sent it straight to voicemail.
