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

crossed the room to

pants and a thin white t- shirt. He held them out

mean for me to wear this? His clothes? He shook them as he

hand and then hurried into the bathroom, realizing only after I closed the door how ridiculous that was. We'd both been naked 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 the first

would

my legs

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

pant legs up and up and up. The roll was a bit bulky by

over my

I really cared about seeing my shape was Nicholas. And

mirror. My hair was a mess from our lovemaking so