"Aren't you hungry?" Urban asked Mircea who had climbed on his body and was lying face down, chest to chest. He could feel the rise and fall of her breasts against his chest.
"I am. What do you propose we do?" She spoke into his neck, her lips planted flat across his skin.
"Maybe, we could sneak out...like you did the other time?" It was a question she registered. Perhaps he wanted to sneak out of the palace as commoners and eat with her at the same place she had eaten almost a month and half ago.
"Have you eaten at the small eating house?" She queried him, still a little perplexed as to what he was suggesting.
