needs a shirt.
I do?
Anastacia jumped sky high right in front of me, startled by my inner voice. How did you hear me?
I grabbed a shirt on the way in the den and pulled it over my head enjoying the crimson in her cheeks as she watched without inhibition and pointed out that her ring wasn’t in place anymore, “Your ring is against the dress, not your skin.”
“That seems awfully picky of it,” she chuckled to herself.
I nodded to the sofa praying she would comply but she seemed distracted and only watched my eyes rather intently. Her ring had fallen to a dangerously low area of skin I had no access to. Yet.
We both fell into either side of the sofa and waited with fidgety hands. Forcing my one hand to land over the top of the sofa and leaning into her enough to at least appear open to her lead, I realized my other hand was barely touching the tips of her toes so I inched it back. She watched all the while.
Anastacia turned her whole body into me and curled her feet up under her legs making my thoughts far from decent.
The nonexistent threshold was about to break.
I laid it out there. “I’ve known your father personally for ten years. He summoned me one night to seek out a boy who was rumored to have similar markings like you and I. I didn’t know about you completely, mostly that you were the twin second to your brother in line for the crown or the other way around. I didn’t know which. I had seen you at court from the kitchens, but never very close.” I watched her shift her pink toenails around probably after losing the circulation in her feet. How females can sit that way comfortably is beyond sane.
“Lord Hathown found him and had me watch him until his father transferred the both of them to a Hunter school. His father became the headmaster and I was to keep an eye on them both for safety from afar.”
I skated around so many of the details. Hinting at her Hunter didn't get the results I wanted.
“So you are in service to my father?” She asked me shifty-eyed.
“I am.”
“I have been well reimbursed. I gained the ring back like predicted.” And the letter said I would. She would think I did it for money by the way I short answered her.
“Why did you do it? Work for my father.”
Good, she wanted more. “He said that you would need a benefactor at eighteen and that safety was of upmost importance to my own survival.” And I knew she was my soul mate even then. I didn't say something that that stupid out loud or where she could hear it.
“You r survival?” she laughed.
“I didn ’t know then. But when the Hunter spy entered your court, I became suspicious of his intentions with you and followed him daily until his last. He shared a bit of news one day that changed my existence forever.”
“And what was it?”
I motioned to the pouch showing that I knew it was there and presumably never left her side. I'd not tell her I watched that slime put his mouth on her. Stole her taste from me. “Your letter I presume?”
Her pretty little face scowled at me. I so often had to stop my inappropriate at the time smiles but it made her face draw up just the way I liked.
“He said that you were marked on your stomach with “suspicious marks” that made a pattern (I knew this already). I had to know more, if only to confirm that I wasn’t alone. I spied on you but could never catch a glimpse of your bare midriff (But Szar knew). After careful research I learned that your father knew about my own and that of your Hunter boy. We are all connected somehow though I had seen you long before then. I have yet to find out how completely, but I do know now what happened when—
“When what?” She just realized where she had put her hand across my leg. When she coiled her hand back quick as a whip, I made sure to show no signs of complaining.
“Later, let’s eat something.”
“
I do?
Anastacia jumped sky high right in front of me, startled by my inner voice. How did you hear me?
I grabbed a shirt on the way in the den and pulled it over my head enjoying the crimson in her cheeks as she watched without inhibition and pointed out that her ring wasn’t in place anymore, “Your ring is against the dress, not your skin.”
“That seems awfully picky of it,” she chuckled to herself.
I nodded to the sofa praying she would comply but she seemed distracted and only watched my eyes rather intently. Her ring had fallen to a dangerously low area of skin I had no access to. Yet.
We both fell into either side of the sofa and waited with fidgety hands. Forcing my one hand to land over the top of the sofa and leaning into her enough to at least appear open to her lead, I realized my other hand was barely touching the tips of her toes so I inched it back. She watched all the while.
Anastacia turned her whole body into me and curled her feet up under her legs making my thoughts far from decent.
The nonexistent threshold was about to break.
I laid it out there. “I’ve known your father personally for ten years. He summoned me one night to seek out a boy who was rumored to have similar markings like you and I. I didn’t know about you completely, mostly that you were the twin second to your brother in line for the crown or the other way around. I didn’t know which. I had seen you at court from the kitchens, but never very close.” I watched her shift her pink toenails around probably after losing the circulation in her feet. How females can sit that way comfortably is beyond sane.
“Lord Hathown found him and had me watch him until his father transferred the both of them to a Hunter school. His father became the headmaster and I was to keep an eye on them both for safety from afar.”
I skated around so many of the details. Hinting at her Hunter didn't get the results I wanted.
“So you are in service to my father?” She asked me shifty-eyed.
“I am.”
“I have been well reimbursed. I gained the ring back like predicted.” And the letter said I would. She would think I did it for money by the way I short answered her.
“Why did you do it? Work for my father.”
Good, she wanted more. “He said that you would need a benefactor at eighteen and that safety was of upmost importance to my own survival.” And I knew she was my soul mate even then. I didn't say something that that stupid out loud or where she could hear it.
“You r survival?” she laughed.
“I didn ’t know then. But when the Hunter spy entered your court, I became suspicious of his intentions with you and followed him daily until his last. He shared a bit of news one day that changed my existence forever.”
“And what was it?”
I motioned to the pouch showing that I knew it was there and presumably never left her side. I'd not tell her I watched that slime put his mouth on her. Stole her taste from me. “Your letter I presume?”
Her pretty little face scowled at me. I so often had to stop my inappropriate at the time smiles but it made her face draw up just the way I liked.
“He said that you were marked on your stomach with “suspicious marks” that made a pattern (I knew this already). I had to know more, if only to confirm that I wasn’t alone. I spied on you but could never catch a glimpse of your bare midriff (But Szar knew). After careful research I learned that your father knew about my own and that of your Hunter boy. We are all connected somehow though I had seen you long before then. I have yet to find out how completely, but I do know now what happened when—
“When what?” She just realized where she had put her hand across my leg. When she coiled her hand back quick as a whip, I made sure to show no signs of complaining.
“Later, let’s eat something.”
“
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