Maeve
Our bedroom felt exceedingly quiet, but the silence was broken by the swell of chatter and music coming from the castle’s grounds, where the gala was still taking place. It was late now, the sky dappled with stars until a half-quarter moon.
Troy was helping me out of my dress in our spacious bathroom as I took the pins out of my hair, letting the curls fall over my shoulders as I sighed a breath of relief. It felt odd seeing the jeweled tiara I was wearing sitting on the bathroom counter, surrounded by a tangle of hairpins.
Troy kissed my shoulder as I pulled my shelves from the dress, his touch sending a ripple of desire through my body.
“You’re covered in glitter,” he laughed against my skin as he ran his hand down over my exposed waist.
“Gemma found a new lotion at the market
