Erina
Norman wasted no time kissing me. I was pushed back against the tree, and I winced as the bark bit into my skin. Norman must have noticed, he turned around so I straddled him and now his back was against the tree. "Sorry," he apologized, kissing me softly. "I couldn't stop myself."
He looked silly with the crown slipping over his eyes. I couldn't help laughing at him.
"You should do that more often, Doll." He observed. He pulled the flowers up over one eye so he could see me, his eyes sparkling. "But as much as I'd love to lay you among these flowers and r****h you silly, we both know we don't really have the time for that." His eyes turned serious. "We don't even have time for this really. I'm surprised Nicholas allowed it. He must really love you."
Love? That couldn't
