Page 53 of Royal Fling
“Good night, my prince,” I told him, although I had no idea if he’d heard me.
I just watched him walk away from the car and into his house without another look behind him.
As Nikolas drove off, I realized I still had the pink stuffed unicorn.
“That was meant for him,” I muttered.
“You’ll have plenty of opportunities to give it to him,” Nikolas said, and I looked at him through the rearview mirror.
“Yeah. I hope so,” I mumbled and hugged the unicorn tight.
I didn’t need the unicorn. Luke wasmypink unicorn. And I wanted to keep him. But I knew I couldn’t.
Thirteen
Luke
He just called me his prince.
Oh, please don’t tell me he just called me his prince.
The last thing I needed right now was for him to call me his prince. After such a magnificent night, after being pampered and entertained to no end, I didn't need to hear those words. I didn't need to get more invested. I didn't need to feel like I felt.
And what I felt was complete and utter obsession with him. How could a prince be so sweet, so kind, so funny? So naughty and cheeky? He was everything I could ever ask for in a man, which made the expiration date to our little fling all the more heartbreaking.
I opened the front door. It was dark and quiet in the house, so I deactivated the alarm and tiptoed into the kitchen, trying to keep the noise down so I didn’t wake Dad up.
I opened the fridge, poured myself a glass of orange juice, and downed it in one go. I needed something to cool me down.
I may have only just left August’s company, but tonight already felt like a fever dream.
Did I really just have dinner on top of the London Eye? Had I just played arcade games with a prince? Had I really just fucked a prince in the middle of a bowling alley?
Boy, I was really screwing this up for myself, wasn't I? Maybe I’d just turn into a monk after August since I already knew I would never meet anyone like him ever again.
Damn, I had to stop thinking about him. I had to stop thinking about our expiration date because it was already starting to hurt, and I barely knew the guy.
When I was cautioning Charlie against moving in with his boyfriend after a month of dating, I never thought I'd be in his place some months later.
Granted, I wasn't moving in with anyone, but Iwasgetting attached, and that was even more dangerous.
I had just put the glass in the sink and decided it was time for bed even if I was far from sleepy when I heard the door open. I walked to the end of the kitchen and watched my dad from the hallway.
I turned the lights on. He jumped.
“Jesus.”
“Nope. It’s just Luke,” I said, laughing.
“Are you trying to give me a heart attack? You know I'm old.”
“Apparently you’re just old when it’s convenient,” I said. “Where have you been all this time, Dad?”
He shrugged and walked past me into the kitchen. He opened the fridge, poured himself a glass of orange juice like I had just done, and gulped it.
Oh my God! Were we that similar? I never realized how much until now.
“I was out. I've got friends in London, you know. I'm allowed to see them,” he said.
