Samantha’s pov
“I should go. It is pretty late already,” he said.
I checked the time. It was almost one in the morning. I hugged him tighter, not wanting him to leave. It was the first time I got any privacy with him in the palace and probably the only time my mom would allow him to enter my private chamber. I didn’t want him to leave so soon.
“Don’t go,” I said.
He chuckled. “But I must. You need to rest. Tomorrow will be tiring.”
“We can sleep together,” I said, looking into his face.
He raised a brow. My lips stretched into a lopsided smile, realising what might have gone through his mind.
“I mean sleep, literally. We can both sleep here. My bed is big enough for the both of us.”
He studied my face for a while, perhaps thinking about what I said.
“Will your parents kill me
