“I want to watch you kiss.” It was beyond the scope of what they’d agreed upon—it had nothing to do with Caspen teaching Leo how to touch her—it was selfish and indulgent and entirely based on that fleeting night in her childhood bedroom, when she’d touched herself to the thought of them together. Neither prince seemed shocked by her request. Perhaps they expected this of her—perhaps they knew she had fantasized about them both. Perhaps they had fantasized as well. Nobody could deny how good they looked together. Leo was blonde, Caspen’s hair was dark. Sun and moon. Day and night. Tem wanted
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