I rub my eyes. Grateful to finally be awake. What a bizarre dream. Just now, I dreamt that I was sleeping on the crook of Metawin's long neck, my leg wrapped around the small of his waist.
How would that even happen?
How did my brain even conjure that image when I have never even -
AAAACK!
I flail backwards, thankfully the arm rest of the long couch prevents me from falling over.
This wakes Metawin , who apparently I was hugging with my legs.
"You almost hit my crotch," he complains as he yawns.
"Why are you in my bed?"
Metawin looks around. "I think this is a couch."
I look around too and sure enough we were in one of the smaller living rooms, near the kitchen. The night comes back to me - sandwiches, fries, too much soda, Anthony Bridgerton, laughing and yawning.
What am I doing? I am supposed to be avoiding this man.
I glance over in his direction and pretend I was not at all enamored by how beautiful he looked first thing in the morning. I physically stop myself from raking my fingers through his messy hair and from blowing the dust settled on his eyelids.
"Stop staring and come here," Metawin smiles at me.
"I wasn't staring."
He makes a sound of disbelief. "Ok. I still want you to come here."
"I am literally right here."
Metawin moves in closer. He puts his head inside my arm and lays it on my chest.
"Hey!," I protest.
He looks up at me, batting his eyelashes. "Yes?"
"You're too close!"
"Then push me away."
This viscount is such a nuisance. How dare he order me around! I'm the Prince. And what, is he threatening me? Does he think I cannot push him away? Does he think I am not strong enough to do so? He should know that I am the second most powerful person in this Kingdom. Well, that's because my mom is currently in Germany. If she came back, I'd be third in the hierarchy - But that's beside the point! I wield immense authority over all aspects of the Kingdom-
Metawin snuggles closer, rubbing his cheek against my chest like a kitten making itself warm.
"What do you think you're doing? Get off me.," I tell him sternly, as I try to push his head off me but his hair is so slippery that my fingers slip and I end up combing his hair instead.
"Then push me away," he repeats, closing his eyes.
"You do know I'd do it. Then you'd fall and hurt your back. So why not get off me instead?"
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Happy Ever After
FanfictionCover art by JenPotato Please credit her if you want to post her illustration elsewhere 💙 Prince Bright Guntithanon is betrothed to Dara Kittiyangkul. Well, sort of bethrothed. She has the option to dissolve the union. But Bright is handsome, char...