MELISSA
“No. Please, call me Stefan. It feels right when you do it.”
Prince Alexander’s words echo in my head as we head back to his chambers, his hand still tenderly holding mine, fingers laced as he helps me up the stairs and I still can’t find the words to say to him.
Do I even say anything at all?
Do I dare risk saying anything that will ruin this beautiful and fragile moment?
He has never held my hand this long...so maybe it’s more than a moment.
Then again... I could wake up tomorrow and he would be back to his default character.
It would be like a dream, like this never happened, like he never held my hand, or pulled me into a hug or whispered in my ear.
“Are you okay?” he asks once we’re safely within his chambers, stopping at the door and turning to me and I can only fo
