Zaire**
Her lips were still on mine, soft and sweet, and I could taste the hot chocolate we’d just finished. When I pulled back, she was looking at me like I was about to cause trouble. She wasn’t wrong.
“Okay, your majesty,” I said, trying to keep my voice all serious and regal. “A pillow fort this magnificent requires cinematic accompaniment. I'm thinking a marathon. A very specific, very important marathon.”
Her eyes went wide. “Don’t you dare say what I think you’re going to say.”
I couldn’t help the grin. I threw my voice into full drama mode. “The *Twilight* Saga. All five movies. We're starting with *Breaking Dawn - Part 2*.”
She gasped like I’d personally offended her ancestors and smacked me with a pillow. “You can’t start with the last one! That’s sacrilege!”
“Exactly,” I
