The Crown Prince's Love

RANDY

I awoke to Desmond's chest's gentle rise and fall, my head resting on him.

Blinking my eyes open to the soft morning light filtering into the room, I stifled a light yawn, careful not to disturb Desmond's peaceful slumber.

My gaze naturally drifted upward to Desmond's face, and a smile played on my lips as my fingertips traced the contours of his features, starting at his perfect eyebrow and trailing down to the bridge of his nose. As my hand reached the tip of his nose, a gentle grip enveloped my fingers, and Desmond fluttered his beautiful eyes open.

He is so beautiful. That was all that was going through my mind...

"Good morning, Your Highness." Desmond's voice, more profound than usual, greeted me like a soothing melody.

His perfect, long lashes, followed by a warm smile, blinked at me.

My heart, and indeed my entire body, trembled as our eyes locked.

Why did he have to smile? I pondered, the connection between us unbroken.

"Your..." I started to say, but my eyes widened as the previous night's events flooded back.

I had set the rules, and now he was addressing me with honorifics. I wouldn't say I liked how it sounded, but insisting he call me Randy would only make me seem erratic.

"Your Highness." He called again, still holding my hand. Instead of releasing it, he placed it on his chest, rubbing it gently.

I feel like kissing him.

I found my gaze drawn to Desmond's lips.

He noticed and gently licked them, sending a shiver through my body.

This time, a more intense reaction occurred, and I felt a certain twitch that signaled an awakening desire.

No, no.

I mentally protested.

Raising my leg, I kicked Desmond off the bed, and he thudded to the ground with a groan.

Jumping out of bed, I headed towards my luggage, feigning interest in my clothes while pointedly ignoring Desmond on the floor.

There was no way I'd let him control my emotions unless he wanted me too.

"Your Highness." Desmond shouted through gritted teeth as he stood up. "Since we're both studying history, I must inform you that we have class this morning and..."

"I need a bath." I cut him off, ignoring his attempt to act like I hadn't heard. "Prepare me a bath, Desmond." I ordered.

At first, Desmond remained motionless, then he chuckled and nodded in response. "Yes, Your Highness." He bowed his head before murmuring as he walked to the bathroom. Once he had left, I placed my hand on my racing chest and sighed deeply.

What the hell are you doing, Randy? I hate Desmond too for what he did, but you can't treat him like...

Staring at the bathroom, I waited for Desmond to leave, but he didn't. Curious, I stood up and headed toward the bathroom.

"Desmond." I called out, standing at the entrance.

When the door didn't open, I placed my hand on the doorknob and turned it.

The door swung open, and as I walked in, preparing to ask Desmond what was taking him so long, he suddenly grabbed me and pulled me toward the jacuzzi.

"What are you..." I began, but he placed a hand over my mouth.

"Your Highness," He said in a sultry tone. "I must say that I have prepared..." Pausing, his hand gently grabbed my chin, tilting my face, and then he pulled me closer, leading me away from the jacuzzi, toward the shower. "What the hell are you doing, Desmond?" I frowned at his strange behavior.

Being apart for two years made me realize he was a different person now. "Desmond... what..." My words were caught in my throat as he slammed both hands against the wall.

"Your Highness.." His voice sounded more profound and more dangerous as he leaned closer, his breath on my face.

He smelled just like always, the only thing that hadn't changed about him.

"Desmond," I tried to say his name, but it sounded more like a moan.

He was making it difficult to be around him. "If you try to..."

"Your Highness, I advise that you use the shower to bathe because we're running late." He said, clearing his throat before removing his hands beside me. That was his reason for pushing me against the wall?

I couldn't believe I had anticipated something more.

A kiss would have been more inviting, but he made a foolish announcement instead.

"Please take your bath, your highness. I shall be waiting for you outside, and also, we have to reach there on time because this is your first class, and....." "Get out so that I can take my bath!" I shouted, not ready to hear more. "Just go!" I yelled.

"Very well then." He turned to leave.

Wanting to pay him back for what he said and did, I extended my foot, causing him to stumble.

He grabbed my hand before he hit the ground and pulled me on top of him.

I stood at the door's entrance, waiting for him to finish picking up our books.

The bathroom incident lingered, and I couldn't shake the memory.

It had happened suddenly, catching me by surprise as we both stumbled, lips meeting.

The mental replay of it left me wanting more.

Now you're thinking about it again when you promised to stop. I reminded myself.

I sighed, recalling that I'd made that promise ten minutes ago, yet the memory still consumed my mind.

This crush was becoming aggravating, making me feel a relentless, uncontrollable desire to be with Desmond, which was frustrating.

"Your Highness." Desmond announced his presence as he stood before me, waving his hand.

Frowning, I wondered what he was doing and walked away towards the elevator.