He threw a pillow at me. “Because I’m not done messing with you.” Laughing, I scooped up the pillow and brought it back to the bed. “I thought maybe it was against our rules to stay over.” “Listen,” he said, taking my arm and pulling me under the covers. “Ogres don’t follow any fucking rules. When they want a princess in their bed, they just grab one.” “Any one?” “Their favorite one,” he clarified, flipping me beneath him. “And my favorite happens to be Princess Minnie.”
