Chapter 11
May 17
“Blue,” Andrewe said, flouncing on top of Emmett’s sprawled body, holding swatches of silk against his chest, “or green?”
Emmett reached up and grabbed Andrewe’s still naked hips and held them to his own. “Blue,” he confirmed. “Just like your eyes.”
The mattress moved below him as Andrewe shifted into kneeling and dropped both elbows beside Emmett’s head. “Funny,” Andrewe said, “that’s why I was thinking of the green. So I could be reminded of your eyes all night.”
“Flatterer,” Emmett grinned. “Now go to your bath, before someone’s mind collapses because you have thrown off the whole schedule.”
Andrewe lifted to his knees, once again eyeing first one garment then the next. “Bah, the ball is not even until tomorrow.”
“And you will be busy all day with ceremonies, vi
