The Hidden Prince (Completed)
"What the hell are you doing?!"
Lara tilted her head, looking completely innocent. "You said if I wasn't comfortable, I could take it off."****"
Adrien turned his head away so fast that his glasses nearly slipped off. His heartbeat hammered in his chest as warmth spread to his ears.
This girl is insane.
Lara smirked at his reaction. "Have you never seen a woman without clothes?"
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The kiss was slow at first, testing, teasing. But then, something shifted. His hands, which had been resting on the sketchbook, moved-one finding its way to her waist, the other threading through her hair. Her fingers curled into the front of his sweater, pulling him closer.
She was warm, impossibly warm against him, her lips soft, tasting like the faint sweetness of the hot chocolate they had earlier. Adrien, who always controlled every part of his life, felt himself lose control for the first time.
