After what happened, I woke up with a smile on my face. Feeling giddy all of a sudden when I remember last night's events. I felt my face flushed so I went to the bathroom to calm myself.
When I'm done, I wore a white cottagecore dress and a pair of Keds sneakers. Combed my hair, dried it, and I'm good. Since nanny's not here because she was expected to return home early this morning, I would be with the Kambe's more.
Wait, so I have to be with Daisuke more often? I was about to open the door when I realized that I should be with Daisuke more often while staying here. What should I do? What if I would go clumsy? What if -- No. I'm a princess, I know what to do. With my head held up high, I twist the doorknob and went out of the room when the other door opened too. I stopped and looked at Daisuke in his usual suit. He looks so damn hot. So dashing. So handsome.
I just stared at him until he smiled at me. After closing the door, he went towards me and said, "Hey," and pecked me on the lips.
I just stood there dumbfounded. Woah, I think I wanna faint. Oh, gosh. That was my first morning kiss. Can you do it again? My thoughts were interrupted when he said, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that, Your Highness," and bowed down to me.
"I -- ah, no. It's okay. Just that I still couldn't believe that we're -- I mean we're not dating, are we?" That was some drunk night, right? No more, no less?
"Well, do you want to?" Wait, what?
"What?"
He smirked and said, "wanna have some breakfast, princess?"
"I told you, stop calling me --," I was stopped by a kiss but this time a real kiss. Not a peck but a french kiss. And I moaned. I gasped. That wasn't supposed to come out that way.
"I'm sorr --," was stopped again by a kiss but this time, he pushed me against the wall and pulled me up. I immediately wrapped around my legs around his waist and continued kissing him.
We were like that for I don't know minutes and stopped to get some air. Still breathing heavily, our foreheads touched and smiled. "Can't believe I'm dating the millionaire detective."
He chuckled and replied, "Can't believe I'm dating the princess." I rolled my eyes for calling me again a princess. True, I am a princess but I prefer to be called by my name. Especially if it was him. He puts me down and we went downstairs for breakfast, holding hands.
