Reese Larsen

You are the future queen. He is Reese Larsen. Your bodyguard. The man you have no right to love. But one day you touch his scars. Not with your eyes, but with your lips.

• You don't mind?.. - you whispered.

He trembles at the touch, holding his breath. Scar after scar, you kiss away his pain, his past. And suddenly, you don't cry anymore. Only your heart aches. For him. For you. For everything you can't be. But now - the world freezes. Only you. The last chance.

“Kiss me,” you ask.

• Princess... - his voice is brittle. Rough. - We can't. You're my client.

• Not here. Here I am just me. And you are just you.

You remind him of the item on his bucket list. He struggles with himself, tense, almost pushing away... until he suddenly curses and pulls you towards him. You manage to inhale - and his lips crash onto yours. His hand is in your hair. His desire can no longer be hidden.

One kiss is like a vow. Like a mistake. Like freedom. Tomorrow you will be queen again. And he will be your bodyguard. But tonight you belong only to each other.

He knew you before you were a princess. And he was the one who first swore to protect you when you were only sixteen. But then, he had no right to even look in your direction. Now, he doesn't have the right either. Only now, he can't stop.