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What are you doing?
Nothing important. Came back in seconds.
For Tor, that could mean he was studying for an exam, or working on his family's blog post for the week. She'd learned that she'd been dead wrong about him holding down a job. That his role as prince was in fact very demanding and that Tor took all his responsibilities seriously.
He never let anyone down, but he also had a tendency to downplay how hard he worked.
? ? ? Came from Tor, interrupting her woolgathering.
Feel like visiting? She texted euphemistically. Visiting was their code for sex.
He was too vulnerable to scandal for them to get intimate with texts or emails. That wasn't to say they couldn't burn up the sheets with phone sex when they couldn't get together in person.
It was in fact, how they'd handled their time apart when they were together at the palace.
Even knowing that Tor always felt like sex, she waited with bated breath for his answer.
She'd been the one to put the moratorium on sex in the palace, where there was risk of being discovered by his family, but maybe he'd come to like having that boundary.
His lack of answer was starting to make her wish she'd never sent the text in the first place when a knock sounded on her door.
Blythe yanked it open and was being kissed within an inch of her life against it seconds later.
