A Royal Wedding by Amy March

Author:Amy March [March, Amy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tara Brown

Guys are always going on about how we don't know where we want to eat. They need to worry less about the side dishes and more about the fact most of them still have side hoes.

Midnight snack

Sleeping, or rather not sleeping, was brutal. I tossed and turned until I gave up and got out of bed. It was late and the house was dark. I made my way downstairs to the main floor. This was the first time I’d seen the summerhouse quiet. Not a single member of the staff was up. It was pleasant to be alone as I tiptoed into the kitchen, starving.

I cracked open the massive fridge door, which was just the snack fridge, and perused my options, enjoying the way its light flooded the kitchen’s marble floors.

Cut veg, bowls of fruit, yogurt, and rice pudding cups lined the top shelf of the refrigerator. Under them was the one thing I couldn't say no to: crème brûlée. They didn't have the sugar tops yet, but the heavy custard was set in the dishes, calling to me. I pulled one out, jumping when a dark shadow moved next to me.

Startled, my hands shot into the air, launching the glass ramekin of crème brûlée.

Aiden stepped forward and caught it quickly, cradling it and giving me a worried stare.

“You scared the shit out of me!” I gasped.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked, ignoring my near heart attack.

“No.” I managed to catch my breath and pulled a second crème brûlée out, assuming he’d be eating that one.

“Me either.” He turned and opened a drawer and then another, searching for spoons.

“Here.” I grinned, opening the correct one and pulling out utensils. “Guess the king wouldn't know where the spoons are kept,” I mocked him lightly.

“No, I suppose I wouldn't.” He took it well as I held out a tiny dessertspoon. He stepped closer, hovering over me, his eyes catching the limited light coming from the moonlit window and small dots on appliances. His fingers brushed against mine as he took it, creating a shiver up my arm and down my spine. He didn't step back, his eyes lingered too long on mine, mesmerizing me.

I slipped past him, brushing my body against his as I walked to sit at the granite counter bar but remembered the room with the glass ceiling. I carried my snack down the hall to it and sat on one of the sofas, staring up at the moon. I’d anticipated some silent time to contemplate everything that had occurred in the last day, despite not being caught up with everything that had happened in the last two months.

But Aiden didn't speak. He followed me and sat on the sofa close enough that the heat from his body was slightly noticeable against my bare leg. I’d worn shorts and a tank top to bed and hadn’t bothered with a sweater, believing myself alone.

But it wasn't as if he noticed. He stared up at the glass ceiling, holding his dessert on the flat of his hand and breathing evenly.

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