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.

the

Not Julian’s. Mine.

in comparison was

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

the kiss. Nor did she try to pull away.

We stood there, two statues, pressed together at the lips. And we’d stay that

until this nightmare would end. It felt like

heard the bustle of

There they

Finally.

covering her mouth with her hand and lowering her eyes demurely. But there was

a

was certain I looked unhappy, because that was how I felt. I wanted for the world to be anywhere

the producer jamming a microphone

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

other girls even stand

Lilliana stepped in front of

microphone.

private,” Lilliana said. “And the way he kisses…” She pretended to be embarrassed again, lowering her head. “He’s a very good

to be sick after this.