“Still with that nickname?” I smile. “I thought you would’ve figured it out by now. I’m not a princess. I never was.” “I know,” he whispers into my hair. His lips brush my temple, just a ghost of a kiss, but the warmth laps over me like a summer tide rolling to shore. “I know that’s not who you really are. I think I knew it the first time I saw you. You’re no princess. You’re my queen.”
Im cringing so hard
