He reaches over and gently flicks the tip of my nose, making me giggle in a way I didn’t know I could. “Plagues, I love that sound,” he murmurs, making me fall silent. “I would tattoo it into my skin if it meant you’d laugh at me for doing it.” “And I would,” I say quietly. He chuckles before his lips press against my forehead, the kiss soft and sweet. Then he pulls me closer as I turn my back to him, allowing an arm to hook around my waist. “Try not to dream of me, Pae,” he whispers against my ear. “You first, Prince.”
