Page 78 of Vengeful Princess

Loved it, in fact.

It wasn’t the first time I’d woken with her wrapped around me like a koala, but it was the first time I hadn’t eased out of her clutches and left. She was still deeply asleep, so moving probably wouldn’t disturb her. I could have crept away, leaving her to wake up alone.

No doubt Landon would appear soon. He’d taken to calling in when he woke, making sure she was alright. Kyril would have shown up, too. Only his father had summoned him for a few days.

Thea’s smaller body fit mine like God had made her for me. My perfect little doll. Only this doll was real. My odd mannerisms didn’t faze her. Nor the fact I hated to be touched.

She saw me. The real me.

And I liked it.

When I looked down again, Thea was staring up at me, her eyes wide with anxiety. Almost immediately, she tried to pull back.

“Milo… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

I blinked in confusion. “What’s wrong?”

“I know you hate being touched,” she explained, attempting to disentangle her arms, but I held on tight, refusing to let her go. It was only when she inhaled sharply that I realized I was hurting her.

“I don’t hate it when you touch me,” I admitted, but let her go anyway. The camisole top she wore barely covered her tits, the bruising across her torso visible, although the lurid purple splotches had now faded to green.

“Why?” she asked, curious, settling back on to the pillow, her mouth close enough that I could lean forward and kiss her if I wanted.

“Being touched makes me uncomfortable. My parents were - are - never physically affectionate, so nobody noticed my aversion when I was little. As I got older, it made me anxious when adults tried to touch me. I’ve learned to cope and now I can tolerate some things, like shaking a person’s hand or when Landon thinks it’s hilarious to hug me. But I’ve never…” My voice trailed off in embarrassment.

Admitting that I’d never been intimate with anyone was hard. I didn’t want her to think less of me. I wasn’t like the other guys who bedded girls all the time, like it meant nothing.

“Milo, it’s OK. You don’t need to explain anything.”

“No. I want to tell you.” She waited patiently as I gathered my thoughts. If I was honest with her, maybe she’d trust me enough to explain why she’d been at the ball when she shouldn’t have been anywhere near Blackwood Manor. I still hadn’t told the guys about what I’d seen. Cassian would lose his shit for sure.

“I’ve never been intimate with a girl. You’re the first girl I’ve kissed.”

Her eyes widened. “I was your first kiss?”

“Yeah.” I felt stupid. Like, really fucking stupid. What must she be thinking?

She scooted forward and touched her lips to mine. I could feel the softness of her breasts against my chest, the heat of her skin burning me through my sweater. The room had warmed up now by a few degrees since the ancient radiator under the window burst into life, but it was still pretty cool, and my hands ached to touch the hard peaks of her nipples.

I relaxed into her kiss, letting her lead. Her tongue flicked out, teasing me, making me picture what else that tongue could do if I let her.

My dick throbbed in my pants, straining toward her curvy little body. If I was Landon, I’d have her on her back by now, be tearing her shorts off, ready to sink into her hot, wet pussy. But I wasn’t like Landon.

I had no clue what I was doing. She’d be disappointed if I messed it up. The thought of disappointing Thea killed the moment. I pulled away. Thea’s face fell before she rolled on to her back and stared at the ceiling.

“I’ve not, um, you know, donethateither,” she whispered after a long, uncomfortable silence.

“Kissed?” Surely not. Thea was a smoke show. Besides, I knew for a fact she’d kissed Landon and also Kyril. More, from what Landon had hinted at after he took her to his family estate. We’d all seen his smug-as-fuck grin when he walked in later that day.

“No, not kissed. I’ve kissed a few people. More than kissed.” She closed her eyes and huffed. “I’ve not had sex with anyone, though.”

When I said nothing, mostly because my brain was struggling to process this unexpected confession - thank God I wasn’t the only virgin on campus - she cracked open one eye and glared at me.

“What? So it’s OK for you to be a virgin but not me?” I tried to read her expression but failed miserably. No sooner had I kind of figured out what she was thinking than it changed. Was she pissed with me? Disappointed I wasn’t more experienced? Angry that I’d stopped kissing her?

This was one of those times when I needed Landon here to translate for me. He was good at reading girls. He always knew what to say to them.

“No! I’m just…surprised!” I lay on my back, deciding it was safer not to look at her. Having this conversation with a massive erection was proving awkward. “I assumed you’d be like every other girl on campus.”

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