“Have you?” My heart clenches in anticipation for the ‘yes.’ Of course he’s done it. Surely, not with anyone at school – at least, I hope not – but with someone. Maybe a budding supermodel on a white sand beach, coyly asking him to apply sunscreen to her back as she slips out of her bikini top. Or a foreign socialite’s daughter protesting a boring dinner party by sneaking up to his room. Maybe even some-one-day-to-be Countess or Duchess or – “No,” he says. “I haven’t.”
Of course he hasn't, have you met him? 😭 He's neurotic on a good day, I love him, but my autistic king was too busy masking all his life for love 😭😭
