Bab 32: 32. Flirting.

How did we get to this position? How did I let us reach this position? Who am I kidding? When have I ever been in control of how things played out since I met this man?

Sitting on a table inside my room, which he obviously put me on, the lights are off, leaving the little shimmers of the crescent moon streaming in through the closed windows as my source of illumination.

Standing in front of me between my legs is Duke… Duke Grand. His hands are on the table on both sides of my thighs, his face is leaning close to mine and his eyes are fixated on me in such a way that makes me forget the cold weather outside this room.

Why are we in this position? Because I refused to listen to his explanation and he wants me to listen… By peace or by force.