Chapter Twenty: Ethan
I'm not that bad at kissing, am I? Why did Renate walk away like that? Why did she lock the door? I think the whole thing was rather romantic!
Maybe that was her first kiss. Oh hell, what if I just gave Renate her first kiss and she didn't like it? Did I ruin her first kiss!
But she's 25 years old. Of course Renate has had her first kiss!
Or maybe she hasn't. People in the thirteenth century weren't exactly the most physical people in the world, especially with the princess. Maybe that was her first kiss. Maybe it was her first kiss and I ruined it.
Well then she shouldn't have kissed me! It's not like I actually planned the kiss. I planned the illusion, but the kiss was random.
Giving up on my confusion, I stand and start to walk over to the couch when I remember that my pajamas are still in my bedroom. My locked bedroom.
Oh well. What's one night in a business suit? If I can live through Rochelle's death, then I think I can live through a night sleeping in a suit.
I jump onto the couch and shut my eyes to go to sleep, but then I realize: it doesn't hurt to think about Rochelle anymore.