Ruggerio
We settle back into our lounge, and I pull her close as soon as she let go of my hand to sit down next to me. I can’t remember ever being this touchy. Also, I love how close she gets to me. Smelling her perfume has my brain skipping his services, having me behave like a little boy. I could have her cling on to me all evening and would do anything to have her remove her mask.
“So where does a royal princess usually go clubbing in this plebeian city?”
She looks at me skeptically as I hold my cigarette pack out to her.
“I’d like to meet you in another life.”
Even if rolling her eyes, she can’t prevent the smile stretching on her luscious lips.
“This isn’t a good idea, Ron.”
“Don’t you want to let destiny decide that?”
She laughs as she shakes her head.
“It’s not exact
