The mere sight of her from a distance always had his heart slamming even faster, and now that she was right in front of him words couldn't describe how he felt. His body simply kept shaking like he was gonna go off anytime soon.
"Well, well, well... If it isn't his Majesty," The love of his life said drunkenly. Her breath reeked of alcohol, but her spicy scent was still thick, if not thicker now. It filled his lungs with satisfaction and longing, telling him how much he had missed it.
How much he had missed her. And yet, he couldn't seem to raise a hand and touch her. He was too anxious, too nervous. Touching her might be too much for him right now. He was afraid he might burst into tears if he even tries to touch her.
