••• Cinzel •••

“I don’t know when and how but I feel most protected in your presence…” I said, kissing his hand again, his mention is attached to my lips instead of an unspoken melody.

A wide grin appeared on his aesthetic features, grasping his fingers over my cheek tenderly, relaxing my soul in his persuasive touch.

Closing my eyes, I put my hand over his, existing entirely in his touch. He was about to pull me up but De Villiers who surely knows how to ruin our moments came utterly pissed.

Frowning at his presence, I got up, not removing Prince's hand from my skin.

"What are you doing...