“Kile shook his head. “You’re really unbelievable.”
“Hush. Go enjoy the party. But first, wait, we have to take off this tie.”
He looked down as I started tugging. “What’s wrong with my tie?”
“Everything,” I said. “Everything in the universe is wrong with this tie. I bet we could find world peace if we burned it.”
I got it unknotted and wrapped it up in my hand.
“That’s so much better.” I placed the wadded fabric in his palm, grabbed the tiara from his other hand, and placed it on his head. “That really works with your hair.”
He smirked, his eyes staring into mine with amusement. “So, since you don’t want your tiara now, maybe I could give it back to you tonight. I could come by your room, if you like.” Kile bit his lip, and all I could think about was how soft they were.
I swallowed, understanding the unspoken question. “That would be fine,” I answered, fighting a blush. “Maybe around nine?”
“Nine.” Kile nodded and backed away.”

















