YOU - young royals sequel

twelve (12)

i woke up in a bed, not grass or concrete, so that was good. it was not my bed though, so that probably wasn't good. i didn't have a shirt on, which was also more than likely not good. i searched my entire mind for any memory at all of last night, but there was nothing. the last thing i remember is walking to the party with wilhelm.

i couldn't open my eyes yet just in case whoever lived in this room was awake. i assumed they were because it felt like i was the only person in this bed. i tried to take in the smell of the room. there was, (1) teenage boy, obviously, and (2) vanilla?

oh fuck.

my eyes shot open and i realized that i was, in fact, where i thought i was.

"oh fuck."

i heard a chuckle from across the room.

"good morning to you too," he hummed.

my eyes darted towards him. i flung myself backwards onto the pillow and groaned. then i realized what this meant.

no.

no, no, no.

i propped myself up again and looked at him.

"did we..?"

he shook his head.

"no, no we didn't, we just made out a little bit. you were way too wasted for anything else."

WE DID WHAT?!!

"what?!"

"well, yeah, i mean you kind of initiated it and i wasn't against it so-"

i was drunk and made out with the prince last night. i made out with the prince last night.

"what?! sorry i just- what??"

"what? was i not supposed to do that?? shit, sorry i didn't-"

"no, no, no i'm not mad i just didn't know that you..."

this was getting very awkward very fast. i wanted to vanish.

"that i what?" he smirked.

he had to know what i meant. and now he knew how i felt too. good going, simon. was he really gonna make me spell it out for him?

"that you still..."

he moved in closer to me. i moved in closer to him.

"i still..." he breathed so softly, but i was close enough to him to hear all of it.

i stared at him, taking in every detail of his eyes. i was burning in the warmth of them.

there was barely two centimeters between our lips. i could feel him breathing. he must have been awake a while before me because his morning breath wasn't horrible. i almost laughed at the thought.

he was closing in on me. as he did i slowly lowered my head back until it hit the pillow. he kept moving closer until our lips were almost touching. and then they were.

the passion that went into it was incredible. he's never kissed me like this before. i've never felt wanted like this before. i wonder if this was what it was like last night when the same thing happened when we were both immeasurably intoxicated.

the kiss got more passionate fast. i was flooded with nostalgia again, but this time i wasn't dreading it. it only made me want to kiss him harder. i slid my hands up from where they were resting on his waist and brought them up into his hair. i pulled his head down deepening the kiss.

i wanted to stay in this moment forever, because things felt incredible. it was as if the world had no flaws, and as long as i was with him, no harm would ever come my way. and obviously, that was wrong. being with him only revealed to me how truly horrendous people were, and how they could ruin your life in just a second, with just a couple clicks of a button. but i wasn't focused on that. all that was on my mind was him.