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.

have something flown in,” Nicholas said. “But that doesn’t cover you for dinner tonight.” He hummed as he gazed across the room. “I have an idea.” We both slowly rose

room

of loose- fitting linen pants and a thin

way he could mean for me to wear this? His clothes? He shook them as he held them out for me and I quickly realized that yeah, that was exactly what he wanted me

the day we were born. Why would I need privacy to put on

to see how it would

kicked my legs

a tie-waist so I could pull it tight until it fit me around the middle. But with Nicholas’s height, the leg length was far too long for

up. The roll was a bit bulky by the

fit over my head well

really cared about seeing my shape was Nicholas. And he already was well-aware of

mirror. My hair was a mess from our lovemaking