After Princess finished talking about what she remembered during our childhood days, saying I was the one who chased her first, she called me a naughty prankster.
I just listened as she talked, her words a bit slurred from the high.
With the names she had been calling me, if she was on her right mind I swear I would have lashed at her. I would have given her that look that usually makes her quiet, but tonight was different. I just locked up and kept my calm, letting her babble on while I focused on the feeling of her lips against my skin.
I was enjoying the kisses she fed me too much to actually get angry. So she was lucky.
It was late in the night when the loud music finally died down and became a slow kind of tune.
Princess wrapped her hands around me from behind as we slow danced by the fire. The flames were lower now, just glowing embers and small flickers of orange reflecting off the dark grass.
