POV: Allison

"I don't think so, Allie," he replied smoothly, drawing me closer and brushing his lips against mine with an unmistakable softness that sent electric chills racing down my spine. I gasped, half in surprise, half in unwilling desire.

"What if I tell you that I can't let you go, Allie. I can never let you go. What if I say that I'm willing to forget about the crown just to keep you," he asked, whispering in my ear.

"I'd say you're trying too hard," I said, scoffing at his words, determined not to let them get to me. Just another round of his flirty games; my heart would...