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Who knew I’d find it with my Texan Princess?
Chapter 24
Maddie
It’s official: Princess Madeline is the luckiest girl in both Ledonia and Malveaux. This reporter can tell you that although sadly no photos exist, both she and our Prince of Handsomeness took a tumble during the Cheese Rolling, only to land in the most compromising of positions, from which they didn’t appear too eager to move. Could there be something more with these two than meets the eye? This reporter needs to know.
#RoyalTumble
#SayItIsntSo
Yours on the very edge of her seat,
Fabiana Fontaine xx
Chloe blinks at me, her jaw dropped open. Sitting in our robes on my oversized bed, we’ve been sipping our coffee and eating caramel drenched pancakes, downloading last night’s events. Apparently, Chloe had fun dancing with a bunch of different guys, from foreign diplomats to members of the Malveauxian aristocracy.
And me? Well, I had eyes for one guy only.
“Wait. You and Alexander kissed?” she asks. “When? How? Where?”
I press my lips together to stifle the biggest grin ever. “That’s a lot of questions, Chlo.”
The kisses I shared with Alex are burned in my memory. The way he looked at me, his incredible scent, the way he touched me, so gentle and hesitant—at least to start with. The way things got so heated between us after that first, tentative kiss, the fire between us, growing and growing until it threatened to engulf us both.
I let out an involuntary sigh.
Finally kissing Alex was everything I hoped it would be. And more. Definitely more.
Truth be told, I’ve never before experienced this strength of connection with a man. It’s fierce, all-consuming, and I simply cannot get enough of him.
“So? Are you going to answer any of my questions, or should I just go by the totally goofy look on your face?”
I give her a sheepish grin.
“That good, huh?” she asks, and I nod. “Tell me everything.”
“It was wonderful.”
“I want details.”
“It was wonderful.”
“How was the beard?”
I can almost feel the scratch of his beard against my skin, the way it tickled and teased me.
“Wonderful,” I reply simply.
“And his technique? I bet he’s not a ram-his-tongue-in-there-with-no-finesse kind of kisser. Am I right?”
“Gross.”
“Well?”
“His technique was…wonderful.”
She arches her eyebrows. “Everything was wonderful?”
