Stuck in His Bed
Just like the first night that I spent with him here, the prince had an unimpressed and cold look on his face that rendered me speechless. It felt like everything that I say will just end up offending him in some way, so I decided that the best course of action was for me to keep my lips tightly sealed.
Unlike the first morning that I woke up in his bed after spending the night together, the prince did not aggressively drag me off his bed. Instead, his blue eyes stared at my face observantly while I wondered if there was something strange on my face.
Perhaps it was my hair or my bedhead that looked strange?
With that thought in mind, my hands immediately reached upwards to smoothen and arrange my hair while the prince stared at me with a curious look on his face.
“What are you doing?” he asked as he cocked his head slightly to the side in wonder while his blue eyes narrowed slightly at me.
“Umm…fixing my hair?” I replied with a mix of confusion and nervousness.