Page 244 of Bad Prince
“You gonna correct them?” she asks, nodding toward the room.
“No.”
She tilts her head. “Why not?”
Because I don’t know what we are.
Because I haven’t defined it.
Because I haven’t stopped it.
Because part of me?—
doesn’t want to.
I shrug. “Let them talk.”
She studies me for a second.
Then nods.
“Okay.”
No pressure.
No demand.
And that’s what makes it easy.
Too easy.
I finish eating, stand, grab her tray, come back, set it down.
“Come on,” I say, reaching for her crutches.
She raises a brow. “Bossy.”
“Yeah.”
She laughs and pushes herself up carefully?—
And then it happens.
Her hand comes up, fingers sliding along my jaw.
I don’t even have time to react before she leans in?—
And kisses me.
Full on.
Not shy.
Not quick.
Her hand stays on my face, holding me there like she’s making a statement.
Like she’s planting a flag.
