They remained like that, relishing the prolonged silence, each stuck in their own thoughts. Levina could still feel her heart racing from the kiss, but she tried not to read too much into the moment they had just shared. She begged her heart not to hope for more, to understand that he was the prince and would never really want more from an ordinary nurse. Not to mention the fact that she was a witch – who knows what he would do when he finds out.
She pressed her eyelids shut to push away the thought and to just enjoy the feel of Lucien's warm body against hers. Just for tonight, they could be two ordinary people.
When Lucien broke their embrace, he had a boyish grin on his face. "What is it?" she asked.
"Nothing," he shrugged.
She narrowed her eyes playfully. "Why don't I believe you?"
"Because women are naturally mistrustful," he chuckled.
"And men aren't?"
