I couldn't help myself; I mean she left her guard down. What was I supposed to do? I told her not to, really I did. It wasn't my fault I could see reflection perfectly in the window.
I'm a perfectly healthy male. If I didn't feel compelled to look, something was wrong with me. So, instead of closing my eyes, I observed her every action. She picked up the tunic I gave her earlier.
Just two minutes ago, I snatched that for her. The dress she wore screamed royalty. There was no way we'd sneak through the gates with her dressed like that. They'd call the guards and hang my ass on that spot.
She pulled the pants on while she still wore the dress. Then, she shoved the dress off her frame before straightening. Underneath was a small shirt covering her bra. Why did she even have me turn around?! There was nothing to see!
"Is this all we needed to do," she asked, stalking toward me.
I mattered unsatisfied. Grabbing her hand, we rushed towards the gate. There would be many other chances to catch a glimpse along this journey.
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Stars Full Of Stories
General FictionShort little story prompts that I found enjoyable to read. I hope you take a liking to them as well. You can also use the prompts to create a magical little piece for yourself as well!
