I wake up to the indisputable buzzing of a phone.
At some point, through the night our positions had shifted and I rested comfortably atop Oryn’s chest. Undoubtedly anyone who saw us now would think I was cheating on Eugene.
Guilt flourished in my chest as I climbed off the bed.
I just spent the night on another man’s bed, as innocent as it may appear to be it’s something I shouldn’t do. My duty as the Laxon heir means I must one day marry Eugene. Until the day of our wedding, I should do nothing to endanger our engagement.
The guilt increases, because I don’t feel guilty about that at all. If it wasn’t something I had to do, I wonder if I would care at all.
Glancing at Oryn on the bed I feel my pulse quicken. If I could…I wonder if Eugene would be the person I wou
