The Luna Choosing Game

He smiled down at me, then leaned down to press that smile against my lips.

We kisses lightly, and he said, “I’d like that.” Of course, we still had to be careful around the others. If Nicholas and I were suddenly all lovey dovey around Bridget or Jessica, the two might spread rumors and have more questions than we had answers to give.

But in private, in moments like this, we could just be a couple, enjoying each other and the beach.

This wouldn't fix things between Nicholas and I. By now, our issues had

piled high between us. The minute we returned to the palace, it would all likely topple back onto us.

But for now, we could pretend we were okay. And that would have to be enough.

One problem remained, however. “Uh.

I still don’t have any clothes.” There weren't exactly stores on this small private island. With a runway, someone could run out, I guessed, but it was already getting pretty late.

Nicholas said. “But that doesn’t cover you for dinner tonight.” He hummed as he gazed across the room. “I have an

crossed the room to his

and removed a pair of loose- fitting linen pants and

blinked at him, and at the clothes in his hands. No way he could mean for me to wear this? His clothes? He shook them as he held them out for

as the day we were born. Why would I need privacy to put on clothes? I didn’t know. It felt more intimate somehow, the fact that I was putting on his clothes for

it would look before

legs into

tie-waist so I could pull it tight until it fit me around the middle. But with Nicholas’s

the pant legs up and up and up. The roll was a bit bulky by the time my feet showed, but it was good in a

fit over

rest of me a bit shapeless, but the only person I really cared about seeing my shape was Nicholas. And he already was well-aware of what I looked like under

from our lovemaking so I straightened