AUDREY
He stole my first kiss.
It kept ringing in my head for the next few days. I avoided The King as much as I could and each time I think of that kiss, something crawls in my stomach. The scene kept replaying in my head since that day. I had embarrassed myself by running out of the library like a thief being chased that night. I did not turn to look at The King and I had avoided him the best I could since then. I could not sleep because each time I closed my eyes, I saw him, standing there looking at me or coming out of the water with droplets cascading down his perfect body or I would see him kissing me.
Now, I was on my bed tossing up and down, not able to sleep. It has been three days, yet I still feel the storm in my abdomen. A heavy knock came at my door, and I jerked up to
