Oriana sat on the couch with a groan. She still had to do her duty of accompanying the prince throughout the night. At first, she buried her face in her hands, her mind still processing what happened. After drinking another glass of water, her gaze landed on the face of the sleeping prince.
Her mind drifted to what they did just a while ago, and the composure she regained disappeared once more. She lay on the couch on her one side, facing the prince.
The corners of her mouth lifted and a light blush covered her cheeks as she remembered each moment of those intimate moments between them. The way he looked at her, the way his body pressed against hers and that closeness when neared to kiss her. Soft touch of his lips which then turned passionate and demanding, the way his hand held her and those words he said to her.
Unknown to her, her fingers brushed against her lips,
