The following day, the sun rose gently over the horizon, and I woke to the delightful melody of birds outside my window. In the cozy embrace of the bed, Prince and I lingered for a few moments, cherishing the rare tranquility of the morning and savoring each other's company.
As we settled down for breakfast, Prince's eyes sparkled with a hint of excitement. "I have something special planned for us today," he said, a warm smile lighting up his face.
I smiled softly, my curiosity piqued."Oh? What is it?"
"I've arranged for us to have a couples massage in my private spa," Prince announced with a gentle glow in his eyes. "I thought it would be a nice way for us to relax and unwind before I have to catch my flight tonight."
The idea of spending the day with him filled me with delight, and I returned his smile, touched at his thoughtfulness "That sounds lovely," I replied, my heart fluttering with anticipation.
Descending into the opulent spa later that day, I was awestruck by its grandeur – marble floors, lofty ceilings, and an air of indulgence that surrounded us. Led to a private room, the ambiance was mesmerizing, with soft music playing in the background and the scent of essential oils filling the air. We disrobed, laying side-by-side to surrender ourselves to the expert hands of the masseurs.
With each skillful stroke, tension and stress melted away, leaving only a blissful serenity. I closed my eyes, allowing the sensations to wash over me, and an involuntary sigh of contentment escaped my lips.
As the massage came to an end, I opened my eyes to meet Prince's gaze, a sense of tranquility mirrored in his expression. "Thank you for this," I whispered, grateful for the rejuvenating experience.
Prince smiled, his eyes reflecting affection. "You deserve nothing but the best," he said fondly, his voice low and tender.
The rest of the day unfolded like a dream, as we cherished every moment we had together. Laughter and conversation filled the air, and we delighted in the simplicity of just being in each other's company.
As the sun began its descent, reality loomed, and Prince's departure drew near. "I wish I didn't have to leave," he said, his voice tinged with regret.
My heart sank, knowing that our time together was slipping away. "I understand," I said, trying to mask the wistfulness in my voice.
The rest of the day was spent cherishing each moment, making memories that would linger in our hearts until our paths crossed again. As the sun dipped below the horizon, Prince had arranged a car to take me home.
As we said our farewells, I couldn't help but feel a sense of longing. "I had a great time with you," I whispered, my voice soft.
Prince took my hand and pulled me into a tender embrace, his touch lingering like a sweet promise. "I'll see you soon," he murmured, his voice a low and intimate caress.
A soft smile graced my lips, tinged with a hint of longing. "I hope so," I replied, my voice filled with a mixture of emotions.
The car ride home was filled with a bittersweet ache, as the memories of our time together danced in my mind. I wished that the weekend never ended. Holding onto the hope of meeting Prince again, I cherished the magic of our brief encounter.
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The following night, as the moon cast its silvery glow into my room, my phone rang, breaking the tranquil stillness. Glancing at the caller ID, my heart quickened its pace – it was Prince. The late hour, past 1 AM, only added to the allure of his unexpected call. With a hushed breath, I answered, my voice infused with anticipation.
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The Artist's Artist | PRN
Fanfiction"I see," he acknowledged, intrigued by the revelation. "I would be more than willing to experience your artistry once again." "I look forward to our next meeting," Prince went on, his gaze unwavering and his intention clear. "I am willing to pay any...
