The Prince and Me

Chapter 6

The rest of the day was spent eating the remaining pizza and watching the rest of the movies. Apparently, William and his holiness weren't allowed to watch movies that weren't based on true stories. So when he saw a trailer or an ad for a film he wanted to watch, he and his driver/best friend Philip would sneak out and see it.

I glance at my watch and see that it's a bit past midnight. I look up and realize that William and I were leaning against each other, his breath tickling my cheek as he sleeps.

His long and thick lashes cast shadows across his strong cheeks. I hesitantly reach up, my fingertips almost touching his cheek before I pull away, standing and shaking my head.

William jolts awake and looks at me, smiling sheepishly. "I'm sorry. I guess I dozed off," he says quietly as he rubs his eyes.

I nod and returned his smile, running a hand through my hair. "Don't be sorry. It's okay." I tell him.

He nods and checks his phone. "Bloody hell, is that the time?" he exclaims, standing up. "I'm really sorry, Rhett. I had no idea I'd keep you up this late."

I shake my head, starting to clean up the coffee table. "Please stop apologizing, William. I usually don't get to sleep until around one or two anyway." I explain.

"Still, I feel like I overstayed my welcome." He says, grabbing for the napkins that we used for the pizza and paper plates.

I smirk and let him help clean up as I walk into the kitchen, ripping the pizza box and putting the pieces in the garbage. 

"I really liked hanging out with you today," William says quietly behind me.

I turn around, facing him. Nodding, I cross my arms across my chest and lick my chapped lips. "I had fun. I think we should do it again sometime. Maybe somewhere Bri won't be able to steal our pizza." I joke.

William laughs and the sound makes my cheeks reddened. f**k, what am I going to do with him?

I look down and shrug. "I'm guessing you already called Philip to come to get you?"

William nods, his brows furrowing as he watches me. "I did. He'll be here in a few minutes. Is it okay if I wait inside for a bit."

"Of course. It's cold outside. I wouldn't want you to freeze, your majesty."

William smirks and shakes his head. "You're never to let that part go, huh?"

I laugh and shake my head, resting my arms on the counter behind me. "Nope." I say, letting the 'P' pop.

He stares at me for a few seconds and I realize he's stepped closer, his eyes flicking down to my lips.  I watch as he traps me against the counter with his arms, his face inching closer to mine. Just as I'm about to open my mouth to say something to him, he ducks his head and rests it on my shoulder.

"What are your plans for tomorrow?" he asks quietly.

I blink, shrugging some. "Uh, I have an essay to write. Why?"

William picks his head up and smiles at me. "Good. I'll come by sometime in the afternoon?"

Nodding, I shrug again and William leans forward, pecking my cheek. "Great. I'll call you, okay?"

I blink and watch as he grabs his phone from the coffee table and heads out, shutting the door gently behind him.

As soon as the door shuts, I touch my cheek, the feel of his soft lips still lingering on my skin.

What the actual heck am I doing?

Shaking my head, I walk to the bathroom and begin my nightly routine, ending with brushing my teeth. As I'm rinsing my mouth out, the phone rings on the counter.

Frowning, I answer it as  I wash my toothbrush and rinse the sink out. 

"'Ello?"

"Rhett! How are you doing? I was wondering if you could come to work tomorrow? I know it's your day off and last minute, literally, but I would really appreciate it. We're hosting a charity for some very important people and I need all the extra help I can get. Is that alright? I'll even pay you extra!" Mrs. Gina exclaims.

I sigh into the phone, putting away my toothbrush and putting my hair up in a messy bun.  Mrs. Gina was my boss at the small, old book store in town. I've worked there since the beginning of going to university. She's become like a crazy aunt to me and a great friend to my mother.

"Do you really need me to come in? I mean, I will. Sure thing. What kind of charity event is it?" I ask, walking to my bedroom.

"I'll explain everything in the morning. Can you get here at around eight? Henry will be here to help as well." she tells me, sounding relieved. "'Thank you so much, Rhett. It means a lot. I'll see you tomorrow!"

I smile, sitting on the edge of my bed. "Sure thing. See you then." I say, then hang up.

I change into a large t-shirt and plug my phone up to charge before getting into bed.

Not long after I'm laying there, my phone rings again and I groan. Reaching over to grab it, I don't even bother looking at the caller ID as I answer it.

"Mrs. Gina, it's really late and I already told you I'd come in tomorrow." I gripe.

"Well, that's great. But I really think you should maybe actually check and see who's calling you before you answer your phone."

I bite the inside of my now red cheeks and slap a palm on my face. "William. I'm sorry. I just got off the phone with my boss and it's late and I'm tired and -"

William cuts me off with a chuckle and I heard some sort of creaking, perhaps from a bed. "No need to apologize. I understand."

There's an awkward silence between us and I turn on my side, cradling my phone in my hand as I turn on the speaker.

"So..what brings this late-night phone call, your highness?" I ask.

"I-I honestly don't know. I just got back home and the first thing I wanted to do was call you before I went off to bed. Is that weird?" He confesses.

I blink, my brows furrowing as I glance at my phone, his contact picture smiling back at me. "Well...I think that it's quite nice. But, I also think that it's reserved, the late-night calling that is, for intimate reasons or emergencies."

I hear William take in a sharp breath and he gives a slight laugh. "Right. I don't know why I called you. I have other people that I'm intimate with to bother. Good night, Rhett."

"Wait, William, I didn't mean th-" I try to say, sitting up. I frown down at my phone when the line goes dead and I sigh.

"What the hell was that all about?" I ask myself, setting my phone back down on the nightstand.

I lay back down and cover-up, however, sleep doesn't come to me easily, and apparently, neither do any sort of relationships.