“Highness,” the Prince murmurs, stepping close to my bed. “I like your nightgown.”
My eyes fly open at this.
I turn my head to glare at him.
Auden smirks at me. “Very fine materials. Precisely my father’s taste.”
I groan, turning my face away and burying it in my pillows. Behind me, I hear Auden laugh as he seats himself on the edge of the bed. “It’s so weird that you know your dad’s taste in lingerie.”
“Yeah, I’m not sure we have…what could be understood as a healthy father/son dynamic.”
I sigh and turn again, lounging back in the pillows, studying him in the dark. The soft fall of his dark hair over his forehead. The broad set of his shoulders and his strong, muscled arms. “How are you?” I ask.
“Surprised that you’re here,” he says, studying me in turn, not letting me change the s
