The Good Or Bad Type

Chapter 30

"What the fuck!" I screamed hitting whoever the hell was in my bed but also hitting my own head on the wall in the process.
"What the fuck, T." Oh god. Of course.
"Léo?"
"Yes me, who else would it be?"
"It's dark! Why are you here?"
"I couldn't sleep." He said frustrated and even through I couldn't see him I knew he was regretting coming here.
"So you thought you might just climb into MY bed?"
"Yeah, you're warm. You always seem to be a nice temperature"
"You're fucking not." I shrieked when he put his ice cold hand on my chest. The feeling of heat to ice burnt at my skin.
"Exactly."
"Get out."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Fine." I said calmly before pushing him out the bed.
"Aller se faire cuire un œuf!"

"Did you just call me an egg?" I asked offended
"You're French is getting better but no."
"What did you say then?"
"Go cook yourself an egg. It means get lost or go away."
"The French are so rude."
"So are the English!" He said and I heard him getting up and getting back into my bed.
"Get out!" I shouted going to kick him but he grabbed my ankle and pulled me towards him.
"Stop."
"No."
"Tete de noeud!" I remember
"Tête de noeud." He corrected
"Tête de noeud." I repeated
"Where'd you learn how to call someone a dickhead?"
"I've been practicing." I said proudly.
"French insults?" He chuckled letting go of my ankle.
"Yeah pretty much."
"Good boy."
"Stop calling me that."
"What do you prefer? Garçon joli? Mon amour?"
"Type. I prefer just Type."
"I don't." He whispered and his cold hands wrapped around my waist.
"You're cold." I groaned
"You're warm." He snuggled into me.
"For now."
"I could leave?" He suggested but I know he was only saying that
"Nah, you're here now."
"So you want me to stay?"
"Yeah."

"Do you regret letting me stay here?" Léo asked after a while
"Nah, you're okay company."
"Just okay?"
"You have you're moments."
"Its weird talking to you when its dark, I can't see you."
"Do you wanna see me?"
"Yes. Its easier to know how you're feeling when I can keep eye contact." He explained
"Do you hate me?"
"I hate Eleanor. I don't hate you." He decided after a while.
"I have to marry her, you get that, right?"
"Do you love her?"
"I don't get to choose."
"You're a fucking Prince, how can you not decide who you marry?"
"It comes with the contract of being a royal that I signed at birth." I joked
"Do you want to marry her?" He asked and although we couldn't see each other I knew he'd be trying to look at me.
"I don't agree with what she said."
"Do you want to marry her though?"
"She's actually a lot sweeter than you'd expect."
"You do, don't you?"
"Honestly? I don't wanna get married at all." It was a fair enough answer but deep down that's not the answer he wanted me to tell him.
"But that's not an option right?"
"No, thats not an option." I told him shifting uncomfortably but he continued to hand off of me like a monkey on a tree for the next few hours as we spoke. It was calming speaking to him. He had such energy.

"You should grow a beard." He said sleepily
"I shouldn't."
"No you shouldn't."
"Then why'd you suggest it?" I chuckled
"Cause I don't wanna sleep, I wanna talk to you. You haven't kissed me all night."
"I just wanna talk to you." I told him
"I knew you'd fall for me."
"I haven't fallen for you, Léo."
"If course you have. If you hadn't then you'd kiss me."
"Can I kiss you?"
"Yes." I gave him a quick peck on the cheek but that clearly wasn't enough for him. "I'm not your aunt, give me a kiss."
"One." I told him giving him a gentle kiss on the lips.
"Thank you."
"You're  welcome." I said finally closing my eyes and praying for sleep.

"Type."
"Yes Léo?"
"I wanna sleep with you."
"Then let's sleep."
"No. I wanna have sex with you."
"What?"
"Not now. I just thought I'd tell you." He shrugged in the darkness.
"Oh um okay."
"I'm pretty sure the royal virgin rule only applies to women."
"I know." Of course I know.
"You're not giving me much."
"What do you want me to say?"
"That you wanna fuck me, obviously."
"I wanna fuck you." I repeated. To be fair it wasn't a total lie.
"That was convincing."
"Léo, why didn't you pick a normal person to break your heart?"
"I want you."
"Classy."
"I trust you."
"You trust me to break your heart?" Thats messed up.
"Yep."
"What if I don't?"
"You will."
"I won't."
"Yes. You will."