I moved my lips slowly against Prince Zidane's, my hand resting on his shoulder, my head slightly tilted upwards. At first, he was unyielding, and I swallowed, my chest heaving with a bit of embarrassment and self loathe. I pulled away, my hand dropping from him, my eyes lowering to my feet.
I bit down on my lips and took a step back, not willing to see his expression. Maybe he was disgusted. Maybe he was disillusioned. Maybe he thought of me as an opportunist who always wanted her sister's man.
I did look that way. Kissing a man who would have been married to my sister had she not stalled. Kissing him so early was probably...
My train of thoughts was cut off when I felt his fingers wrap around my chin, lifting my face to his.
"Your Highness..."
Before I could finish it, his lips we
