Battle of the Bulges (Why won’t you put it in?)-Mason and Taylor

I open my eyes to a thin brunette girl lying next to me. Do I know her name? No, of course not. She’s my third brunette this week. I take a heavy sigh and pick up the strands of clothes left scattered along my large bedroom floor. I pull my pantaloons up over my morning wood, walk over to the window and rest my forearm on its frame. Oh Flinpple, the town I grew up in, the town I was yet to rule. “Come back to bed” the brunette in my XXL king bed whines. I say nothing, only throwing her a few $100 bills I had lying around my room. It’s true, our palace is quite rich, and because of this fact, I’ve never had trouble getting anything I want. Food, priceless jewels, the finest clothing, women… Everything but a meaningful connection. “Make yourself decent and leave” I growl as I exit my room shirtless, making sure to slam the door on my way out. I walk cockily down the already busy hallway towards the dining hall, paying no mind to the whispers and the peering eyes. “Heh, fools don’t think I can be king” I make note to myself as I quickly turn around the corner. “GAH” and shaboom, just like that I was on the floor. “WHO DARE PUSH THE PRINC-“ The image that awaits me as I look up from the floor sent a feeling pulsing through my body- one I’ve never had the pleasure of feeling before. He was tall, muscular, and had the kind of body that would make my frail lean frame break under his. “My apologies your royal highness” He says with a calm demeanor bringing his hand down to meet mine. I graze his large hand as he effortlessly pulls me up due to my mere size. “ You should watch where you’re going, after all I the prince!” “My sincerest apologies your highness, I was just on my way to introduce myself, my name is Taylor, your new bodyguard” “I know not of what you speak!” I choke over my words, finding it hard to speak in his presence. What is this feeling?