Prince Derek!" Rain called icily in a warning tone, squirming even harder to escape from his enclosure.
Her haphazard movements soon began to discomfort Derek. "Stop moving," he advised meaningfully.
The coarseness of his tone brought Rain to a momentary pause.
Her eyes widened on sudden realization of what she'd been doing, expanding her eyelids to become as spherical as saucepans.
For the past few minutes she'd been preoccupied with getting out of Derek's hold that she hadn't noticed her reckless motion of strongly rubbing her body against his, and she still wouldn't have realized if she hadn't been told her to stop moving. It was extremely weird.
Rain would cry if she could, but she only settled for fuming and glaring.
"This is uncomfortable," she hissed angrily, but only got taunted the more;
"You've reddened, Princess. Are you coming up with a fever?"
