"Ouch" he complained. It is eight in the morning and we just finished our shower. I cleanse his wound again and right now, he's here, complaining.
I rolled my eyes. "Try to handle it." I said. "You made that to yourself anyway."
"If you kiss it, it will cure faster" He grinned mischievously. I made face but in the end I still did kiss it.
"I think he'd hit me here" he said, pointing on the corner of lips.
I rolled my eyes "Did he hit you there or did you hit him there?" I raised a brow but before he can answer and before I provoke a fight I kissed him. He turn his head and searched for my lips, it wasn't just a short kiss, it was a long sweet kiss, like what we used to do.
I giggled and opened my hand, "Give me your hand" he pouted like a little kid. I smiled. My prince. Can't wait fo
