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And then what?

What am I going to say? “Oh, sorry, Prince, you had a mosquito on your face, so for your safety I had to remove it by tucking your hair behind your ear and shoving my tongue down your throat?”

Ugh!

Damn it!

I am losing my mind, and as much as I pretend that I’m not, I miss our time in the cabin.

Every second of the day.

I miss reaching out and touching him whenever and wherever I want without needing an excuse.

I miss his hands on me, the way he bites his lip to suppress his moans, how he clings to me and begs for more.

I want him so badly that in the past few days I’ve almost broken my rule like ten times… well, more like he almost makes me break it with that needy look he gives me as soon as we are alone.

Fuck…

I shift my weight, hoping no one notices my dick getting hard.

Hoping Cillian won’t see the regret in my eyes.

Wait… is that what this is?

Regret?

Or maybe doubt?

Hell, I don’t know what to call it, but what I do know is that ever since I walked out of the cabin, my mind has been a mess.

One second I’m confident I did the right thing by cutting off what we should’ve never started, and the next, I’m ready to beg him to forget every word I said and just take me back.

But I can’t.

I wouldn’t know how to face my family if I did.

“Marvelous! Please do write me down for this painting,” says the old lady, just as Aurelio steps into the room.

Oh, great…

Honestly, I don’t know what’s been harder to suppress these last few days: my need to lock Cillian in a room and make him mine, or my urge to shoot his fucking ex in the knee.

Though right now, I’m leaning more toward shooting that damn knee.

“Here you are, honey.” Aurelio walks over to Cillian, sliding his disgusting, grabby hand onto my man—no, no… on my client’s lower back. “Everyone is loving the gallery, hun. Just like I told you last night.”

The fuck is he talking about, last night?

Cillian was alone all night.

…I made damn sure of it.

“I’m glad they are.” Cillian smiles, but I can tell he’s as annoyed with his ex as I am.

Good.

I move closer so I can be a great bodyguard and rip Aurelio’s tiny arm off Cillian’s back, but the little Prince steps forward, slipping out of the idiot’s reach.