"Elene, you are here—" Warm lips pressed against her temple as hot breath burned her chin and neck. "Thank you—"
Someone's fingers brushed through her hair, causing her to open her eyes.
"Ivar?" The Princess was lost for words as she met her friend's gaze, deep and dark. So different to what she was used to.
There was something unreadable in his expression, and Elene did not want to find out what it was.
She placed her palms on his hot chest, pushing him away slightly, but he did not move an inch, his arms remaining steadfastly encircled around her. So she had to nimbly slip out of his grasp and off the bed to the floor.
A heavy sigh followed.
"Stay—" His voice was hoarse, broken even. "Please—"
"I think you need some rest," Elene offered him an awkward smile.
"I'm sorry," Ivar tr
