Ariana's POV

He then peeked at me with a strange expression on his face, making me remove my hands from his waist immediately, but I didn't let him go.

I hugged him tightly so he wouldn't walk away, and could feel my breast pressing into his back.

"Ariana wait," he said, pulling my hands away from him.

He turned towards me, crossing his arms over his chest, and began questioning me.

"Ariana?"

"Yes, your highness?" I answered, my hands beside me.

"Did I hit your head so hard in that hotel that you've developed mental issues?"

"What?"

"Why did you come out of your room like this?"

"I came to...