Royal Valentine (The Improbable Meet-Cute, #6)

by Sariah Wilson

He was the man I’d seen, the one who had inspired me to break away and experience real life for once. It seemed fated, like we were supposed to meet, even if it had been in a very strange way.

“You have some chocolate on your lip,” he said after I finished. “I do?” I reached up, trying to find it and missing. “May I?” I nodded, holding my breath as he reached out with his thumb to wipe the chocolate away from my mouth. I felt a jolt when he made contact with my lips, and I tried to stay still. He made me feel like a teenager dating for the first time. Like everything was new and exciting.

“I’d like to hear it, if you wish to share it,” he said. “I want to ken everything about you.” “I want to know everything about you, too,” I whispered back, leaning against his arm, holding on to him tightly. The hours we’d spent talking and sightseeing had flown by, and despite the fact that I’d just met him, I felt like I’d known him my whole life.

His lips ghosted over mine, tantalizingly out of reach. “Would it be all right with you if I kissed you?”

He made me feel like I had been a sleeping princess under a spell, and his kiss was waking me up.

My heart was like a butterfly trapped in my chest, beating hard and fast. Despite the rightness in everything he’d done, this was wrong. I couldn’t kiss him like this. Not only because we had an audience hooting and hollering their approval, but because I realized that nothing could happen between us until I told him the truth about who I was. Because I wanted more than just this one night. I wanted to see him again.