Mark, looking at me against the closet wall and Nicholas kneeling in front of me, went very pale very quickly. “Uh… I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to… intrude.”
Nicholas refastened my pants and pulled up the zipper. Slowly, he rose to his feet.
“Some other time,” he whispered to me.
“Promise?” I whispered back. My face was hot with embarrassment, but I couldn’t deny the idea of his mouth on me had driven me to the brink of madness.
Nicholas winked at me. Then, he turned to face Mark.
“What is it, Mark?”
“Sir, I…”
“It’s fine, Mark. Just tell me what you need.”
“Your father, sir. The King wishes to see you.”
Nicholas sighed. “Likely regarding what he expects from me during the next event.”
“Most likely,” Mark agreed. He quickly glanced between Nicholas and me. “I, uh. I’ll be outside.
