The Unexpected Crown

Fifteen

I convinced Clover to let me get away with silk pajama pants and a loose, silk pajama button up in a minty color. It still sounds sleazy but it's better than the translucent fabric I wear most nights. I also asked Claire to leave my mostly used up shampoo bottle out incase of any sudden incidents.

As I exit my room, I'm met with a loud and long cat-call. My eyes widen at the sound and I flip my head around so quick that my hair smacks harshly against my face.

I'm met with a cocky grin of a blonde haired prince.

"Hunter!" I cry quietly, not wanting to cause any more of a scene than the pair of us already had.

"What, Cor? I'm just complementing you in those shorts. Also, I have to say that I love the top." He states smugly. Suddenly aware of my outfit, I look down.

Crap.

The stupid sleepwear was relatively see through.

I cover my body with the large pillow in my hand as quick as I can while turning beet red. At least this was opaque.

"You could have had the decency to look away." I point out awkwardly. I roll back and forth on my toes while clutching the pillow as if it were my life line.

"You're right. I could have. I just don't want to." Any chance of calming myself down was ruined as my face once again turns as red as my nails that Claire painted earlier today.

"Well are you done? I have places to be." I state simply, ignoring what he said only seconds before as if to avoid the topic completely.

"And where might those places be?" He inquires causing me to sigh.

"London's room. We're having a slumber party with some of the girls to make sure my hair doesn't turn blue." I giggle the last part but it only seems to cause Hunter's smirk to falter.

"I'm so sorry about the cameras. If I would have known that they followed me around I wouldn't have kissed you so publicly." He apologizes but I shake my head.

"Publicly? We were in the middle of the garden. Also, you don't have to apologize. I'm sorry for you having to have your first kiss plastered on every tabloid and news story." I reply, sympathy aching.

"How did you know it was my first?" He asks with a slightly paled face.

"It was the headline for the article I saw."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

The conversation dwindles down to an awkward silence that neither one of us are able to break.

"Was I your first?" He inquires.

My eyes grow wide at the thought and I think back to all of my past boyfriends. Oh wait... I have none. I did however, have to do multiple shoots while kissing different men. But I don't think that counts; I was payed.

"My first real kiss. I've kissed for shoots but that's it." His face remains like stone: unable to read, but he gives a short nod to acknowledge my statement.

We stand still for a few more minutes; looking everywhere except at each other.

"Well, I must be going." I breathe out softly and glancing up at him.

"Of course. I'm very sorry for occupying your time." He mumbles robotically and I giggle softly.

I slowly step towards him; a walking bundle of nerves. I rise up on my tippy toes and plant a sweet kiss on his cheek... but my lips weren't met with his smooth cheek, they were met with warm lips. He must have turned his head.

Sly bastard.

In sudden heat, I drop the pillow. Hunter wraps his muscular arms around my waist and I tangle my fingers through his blonde locks. Our kisses grow more frantic and I feel myself wanting more.

He pins me against the wall and leaves trails of kisses down my neck. I breath heavily in response and bite my lip, holding back a moan.
His lips find mine once again and our kisses slow down. These kisses were more loving then the needy ones, more romantic.

Within time, the kisses are more peck-like and less frequent. I hold my head to his chest and he wraps his arms around me.

"I need to go." I grumble though I don't want to leave now. I would much rather stay with Hunter than go off to the party.

"I suppose, but I want to take you on a real date soon." He smiles sweetly and I eagerly nod.

Picking up my pillow, I say goodnight and then rush off to London's. Glancing at a clock, I realize that I am a half hour late.

My heart starts to beat rapidly as I realize that I  don't have a prepared excuse for why I'm so late... and extremely flustered. I glance down at my arms and legs to notice that they are all splotchy. Well isn't this just splendid.

Maybe I can say that I spent too much time in the bath tub. Or maybe I could say that it took me a while to find a semi-decent pair of pajamas. Or I could tell the truth that I was getting all hot and dirty with the Prince in the hallway.

"There you are!" London exclaims brightly as I attempt to place a smile on my face.

"Yeah, sorry for the holdup. I lost track of time in the tub." I joke, hoping my lie would be believable.

Apparently it was.

London guided my into her room which was the same size as mine but had a slightly smaller bed and light pink walls. Aurora, Bianca, and Gracelyn sit in a circle and all turn to glance up at me with different colored faces. These must be face masks that Mother uses at home.

I smile sheepishly; too afraid of the girls to think much of anything else. A round of hellos passes through us before I settle down near Aurora. I haven't spent as much time with her as I have with the rest of the girls and for some reason, I feel as if she doesn't like me. We exchange few words though we constantly spend time with the same people.

"So what were you all talking about?" I inquire, hoping to get a conversation started. If there was one thing that I disliked the most, it would be long, still, silences that seem to last forever.

"Just Aurora's date with the Prince!" Bianca exclaims enthusiastically while wiggling her eyebrows. I giggle to seem polite but a small twinge pinches in my stomach.

"Well he took me to see a ballet in the town and I thought it was lovely. He held my hand throughout the entire production! We had a romantic dinner after with candles, a salad, and chicken. When he took me back to my room, he kissed me! It wasn't one of those passionate firework type kisses - I actually don't believe that those exist - it was sweet a comforting. He just seems wonderful." All of the girls smile widely with wide eyes and I struggle to keep a somewhat cheerful expression on my face. Gracelyn, noticing my discomfort, came for the rescue.

"Ew! This is my brother you're talking about. So, what do you think about Sal Denver's new song?" She butts in, changing the topic to a famous singer and saving my ass from going crazy.

The girls erupt in serious whispers and I mouth a thank you to Gracelyn. She smiles and flips her hand through the air as an "of course!".

Let's just hope that the night only gets better from here.

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