FIONA
For a second neither one of us moved.
I straightened and subconsciously reached down to smoothen down my hair, rough from a long day.
“Your highness,” I said with a slight curtsey and my voice sounded breathless and thin even to my own ears. Even after weeks of…us, being alone with him still managed to steal my breath away.
Ethan leaned causally against the nearest shelf and the tension between us eased to a slightly bearable warmth in my cheeks.
He lifted his chin in a nod. “There’s a spider in your hair.”
“There is not.” I replied but I couldn’t stop myself from checking all the same and Ethan smirked.
I huffed a quiet laugh, shaking my head. “Oh, grow up.”
I turned around to slide in the last box I was counting and Ethan stepped further into the room, closer to me.
