Thirty-Five:
Princess Ashden
A bath was drawn.
Originally, I was going to bathe by myself. But as I began to open the door I turned to Haven, who was sitting in a nearby chair. My lips were still tingling from our kiss. I had just finished taking off my clothes when I went to the door way. Haven was sitting in the room, looking out the window.
“Haven,” I said.
“Ashden,” his voice was low, gravelly, deep. Filled with yearning in a way that made me squeeze my legs together in anticipation.
“Would you….” I hesitated. I wasn’t a seductress. I was a naive Princess, who had only had s*x once. “Would you want to join me?”
A low growl came from Haven. He turned to look at me. “Are you certain?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“Okay,” he said.
He removed his jacket. Somewhere, in the time tha
