Page 29 of The Prince and the Bodyguard

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EDDIE

I woke up the next morning to the sound of rain against our windows. For a moment, I lay in bed trying to process what had happened on our couch—the way Bash had touched me, the sounds I’d made, the intensity of coming apart in his arms. My face heated.

Through the thin wall between the bedroom and living room, I could hear Bash moving around, the familiar sounds of his morning routine. Except now, instead of simply noting his presence, I wondered if he was thinking about last night too, if his hands remembered the feel of my skin the way mine remembered his.

We’d crossed a line last night—several lines, actually—and I had absolutely no experience with what came next. Well, I had no experience with any of it, which would’ve probably made me feel like a right idiot if not for the fact that Bash wasn’t exactly a player either. We were both in unknown waters, so maybe the best approach was to navigate them together?

I also wanted to navigate them with my friends, and so I fired off a quick text to thePrince Pact Updatesgroup.

Me

We kissed. And did more.

Tore

Back up. Who’s ‘we’?

Floris

his bodyguard, of course. Keep up, slow poke

Nils

You hooked up with your bodyguard???

Me

We didn’t hook up.

Unless anything involving an orgasm is considered hooking up. Is it?

Floris

YOU HAD AN ORGASM? Gimme the details.

Tore

same

Nils

cough ’em up, Greg

Me

We kissed and then we frotted until we both came.

Floris

Look at you, using the proper sex terms and everything. Our baby bird is flying the nest…

Me

Screw you

Tore

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