Annie's POV
"Annie, wake up. We are here," I groaned, bringing my face to his chest before I felt my cheek and lips become wet. I sat up, alarmed, and saw him before seeing his shirt that was shrouded in my slobber. My eyes extended, and my face warmed.
"Yes, I might have gotten carried away with the calling, yet you continued to gripe your stomach hurt," he said, unclipping the seatbelt.
He inclined forward, pulled his shirt off, and went after a hand towel to wipe his chest. I squinted prior to finding my fingers brushing through the hair on his chest. The King stopped before looking at me. At the point when I curled into one of his pecs and collarbone, I shook my head. I don't recall moving; I just made it happen.
He murmured when my teeth broke his skin, and I didn't have the foggi
