I jumped up. Peter quickly moved out of my way. Then he laid back down on his bed, face forward and groaned into the mattress. I hurriedly fixed my bra and shirt.
There was another knock.
"I think we should let them in," I said. My face was beet red. I was trying to calm myself down.
"Come in," came his muffled reply. The person knocked again. "Come in," he said louder as he got up. The door opened and in walked his parents. They smiled as they stared at us. The queen looked at me.
"Have you seen it?" asked Queen Ginger. She looked at Peter. " Has she seen it?" she asked without waiting for a reply. Peter chuckled as I continued to try to calm my heart down.
"Yes, Mom. She's seen it," he said.
"Well?" the queen asked me. I stared at her, baffled. "Your room, Dear. What do you th
