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I snort. “And humble.”
Ben stares down haughtily, and I truly see him for the first time today. This prince is a royal pain in the ass. Cute. Polite. Enthusiastic. But a pain in the ass nonetheless.
This is the first time since the sweet tea incident that I’ve spotted the arrogant side of his royal highness.
A tiny part of me dies inside as I realize maybe arrogant is what he is most of the time. Perhaps he barely contains it, and he’s fairly insufferable in general.
And what else was I expecting during all those hours of rabbit-holing Favored Prince content?
Did I somehow convince myself he was humble? Totally chill about being first in line to rule an entire fucking country?
A small country, sure. But he’s entitled to a position with more wealth, power, and luxury than I can fathom.
“Humility is not our strong suit,” he says.
While still holding my hand, his dark look does things to my insides. Things that don’t make sense. I don’t like arrogant men.
But I may like this one.
My idea of him is messing with my emotions.
I know that I should spend less time on the internet and more time getting back into crossword puzzles. I could always butt in on Memaw’s morning Sudoku sessions.
I tear my gaze away from his intense stare and focus on the bug mask.
Second later, the mask is purchased and on his face, looking predictably ridiculous.
“It smells like condoms,” he says.
“Sorry,” I say, snorting in laughter yet not feeling sorry. “But if you want people to stop hitting you, you need a disguise. Or…do you want to continue walking around with your amazing lady-magnet mustache on full display?”
I’m laying it on pretty thick, giving him so many opportunities to fess up to who he is. But he is a stubborn fool.
“Fine,” he breathes, the sound wheezy and Darth Vader-ish through the rubber fangs.
I stand back and look him up and down, and that body is going to continue to be a problem.
I mean, we’re standing right next to a booth full of discreetly-covered monster-fucker romances. I know this is supposed to be a family-friendly event, but I ain’t a snitch. In fact, I’d read the shit out of that.
Ben is at least six foot four to my five foot four. Not an inch of him is lanky in the least. Once, my brother dressed up for Halloween as a character fromGod of War,thinking he made a decent Viking.
Looking at Ben, I’d counter that Toad didn’t come close.
The prince keeps his hand attached to mine as we browse all the handmade wares around the tent.
We come to a table manned by a local author selling copies of his self-published books, and Ben stops to peruse the titles.
He picks one up and thumbs through it.
“So what you’re saying is, Mothman was most likely an enormous bird,” Ben offers, handing over another wad of cash in exchange for the book.
“Maybe,” answers the man, handing Ben back his change.
The prince refuses to accept his change and queries, “May I ask you a rude question?”
“Sure.”
“Why are Americans so gullible?”
