My cheeks are burning, both from the embarrassment about what happened and the sheer excitement of seeing him again. But more than anything, I am incredibly happy that he’s back.
He sits beside me, putting out his hand as a silent request to see mine. I give him my bandaged hand and he looks down at it to check it better, giving me time to observe him.
He is wearing his glasses and has his formal clothing on, looking so much like the royal secretary everybody knows him to be. But right now, his tie is loosened, his sleeves are folded to his elbows and his hair in front is casually tumbling over his eyes.
Oh, and he smells so good. I feel better already, just by being in his presence. He brings an aura of calm with him and I am starting to get used to that peaceful state, that I activel
