Chapter Twenty-One
Thank the Gods that my room in this palace has a large bed. Otherwise, I’d have to sleep alone, and not cuddled in the midst of my Guardians. Crispin is on one side of me, his hand hugging my chest. He’s very close to my breasts, and I’m sure if he was aware of that, he’d move. I still don’t know why he pulls away whenever we get close, but for now, I need to accept that he isn’t as touchy-feely as the other three. I look at Storm’s sleeping figure. Okay, scratch the feely bit. Touchy, yes. Earlier, our kiss culminated in a little touching. Until the healer returned and gave us a stern glance. Ooops. Apparently, it looks bad when the Queen’s daughter is kissing a Guardian while he has his hands under her shirt. I must learn more about court etiquette.
Frost is snoring
