By the time the bottle is empty, the stars have emerged overhead and I’m no closer to understanding any of this. I’m just wine-drunk, alone, and more confused than ever.
How can this possibly end? There’s no happily-ever-after in the works, that’s for sure. No Prince Charming has ever said things as dirty or as cruel as Lukas Lazarev has said to me.
Virgin. Untouched. Half my age. Like crocodiles in the moat around a princess’s castle, all those obstacles circle and circle, getting hungrier with every passing day.
But the thing about moats is that they bar passage both ways. No knight in shining armor can get in, and the princess can’t get out.
Sometimes, though, princesses get impatient. Sometimes, princesses look at all those crocodiles and think, You know what? f**k it. Bite me if y
