The Luna Choosing Game

But I was my father’s first born son. I had responsibilities to the throne and to the kingdom over myself.

The expectations on me made it impossible to lash out in the rebellious way Julian, as the second son,

was allowed to.

So I gritted my teeth, and I agreed.

When I arrived at the meeting place, on the patio just outside the dining room, Lilliana was already

there, waiting for me. She walked right up to me, no preamble or greeting, and kissed me full on the

mouth.

It was an awkward kiss. Her lips were too firm, not malleable at all. Her body was stiff against mine. Her hands sat on my shoulders with no grip. No pulling, or clawing. No passion at all.

This kiss was miles away from the spark I had shared with Piper, when I had pulled her to me in that hallway and we ravaged each other’s mouths. Piper had clung to me like she wanted me inside of her. I

had totally lost control of myself to the flames, ready to burn with her in that moment.

she wanted. Whatever she needed. I would be the one to deliver it and

name. Not Julian’s.

Lilliana in comparison was entirely

my hands on Lilliana’s hips simply because it would be strange to have them dangling at my sides. Maybe this was

didn’t try to deepen the kiss. Nor did

pressed together at the lips. And we’d stay that

the seconds until this nightmare would end. It felt

finally, I heard the bustle of the camera crew.

There they

Finally.

covering her mouth with

was a world–class

because that was how I felt. I wanted for the world to be

the producer jamming a microphone

secret lover’s rendezvous!” the producer said with glee. “Does this mean Lilliana is your

Do the other girls

didn’t answer with more than a sigh, Lilliana stepped in front of me,

microphone.

he kisses…” She pretended to be embarrassed again, lowering her head.

after this. There was no other way around it.