I towel off soon after. When I make my way back into the room, I draw short on noting Enrico is back. My jaw tightens when I take in his position sprawled carelessly on my bed. Dimly, I trace the creases his weight makes, growing agitated. I look away, tapping thrice against my thigh on instinct. "What are you doing here?"
"Bro, chill. You look ready to chew my head off."
"It's 8am."
His lips purse. Crossing his legs, he settles deeper into the bed. More creases. Again, I look away.
When I catch his gaze on where my fingers tap my thigh frantically, I withdraw them, feeling a flush rise up my neck. I scowl. Enrico only sighs. "Is this how you plan on getting with Sabrina?" he asks.
Sabrina is my fate.
Being a king's illegitimate son with no real future, Sabrina, a princess set to in
