#Chapter 50: Liquid Starlight

“Where is Theo?” I demanded, barely registering what was happening. “I arranged for him to study with the royal tutor,” he answered, his lip curled amusedly, “he’s learning counting.” My face flushed like it was hovering above a stove as the realization settled in. Despite this, my eyes greedily drank in his muscular, toned form in the small robe. I noticed the bottle of champagne in his hand along with two glasses, and I wanted to run away. So I did. Unable to stifle my childish laugh, I giggled as I fled the room, knowing it was foolish but I was too bashful to face him like that. We had explored our romance slightly more since he had been home, but never at a blatantly sensual state like this. I was not prepared for it, especially now that he was bombarding me with it. I heard him padding after me as I flew down the stairwell, still clutching my mud stained skirts. He skipped several at once so I ran faster, my adrenaline pumping into my pace.