When Darcy reappeared wearing a pair of my pyjamas, I grinned as I tossed the crown onto her head, and she laughed as she settled herself back against the pillows. “Look at us, practically queens already,” I joked, grabbing a huge bar of chocolate from my nightstand and tossing it to her before cursing as I realised my second bar was gone. Fucking Seth. I knew it was him. Always sniffing about my snacks. I was gonna have to set up some kind of snack trap to keep him out of my shit if this kept happening.
