Well, okay brain, what happened last night?
There was definitely booze, at least that she can remember.
There's a replay of football on the Grill's TV and a guy with an accent who thought he’s all that. There was some verbal brawling (and a lot of flirting) and there was the dare which lead to the eventual breaking in into Mystic High’s field...
And then there was the kiss.
Oh, the kiss.
Putting on her jersey, she steals one last glance at the sandy blonde head on the bed before tiptoeing out. One night stands aren’t really her thing but she knows how this goes. Caroline might be the athlete but, with the way her muscles are sore right now (not the after-training kind of sore but something more pleasurable), this guy is definitely the player.
Anyway better leave now than make things awkward.
That is until she opens his front door wearing last night’s shame in front of a dozen paparazzi.
“Miss!”
Flash.
“Is the prince in there?”
“Are you with him?"
Click. click click.
“Wha—“
The door shuts at her face, cutting her mid-scream and blocking the lightning of flashes. Behind her, the stranger stands with his hand beside her head.
“Who are you?” Caroline asks instinctively. She flattens her back on the door, watching surprise take over the stranger's face.
"I’m Nik. From last night." He says as if that makes a lick of sense. “We—"
"Wait, let me..." She has her phone out in a second and after a few clicks... There it is.
Her startled face.
On google.
With the headline "New Royal GF?"
“Fuck.” She mutters in disbelief.
Silence hangs between them for a moment when, unexpectedly, Nik-from-last-night laughs.
Laughs.
"Not the usual reaction I get from women."
"But you're a prince?" She feels her throat closing up. “Like a real freaking prince?"
Katherine. Katherine was raving the other day about some royal family of hotness visiting the country. Between practice and stressing over next week's competition, she wasn't listening to be honest.
Seriously though, what are the fucking odds?
Her heart is racing, her breaths are short--Oh god, she's having a panic attack.
"Shhh.” Warm hands then hold her face, caressing her cheeks. "I got you, Caroline." Her name rolls smoothly on his tongue.
"You know me." She says lamely. "I don't know you."
There's the surprise again in his blue eyes.
"You know me.” He says with utter sureness mixed with something else... Something more tender, which made her insides quake.
“You’re really a prince?”
“Unfortunately, yes.”
She doesn’t know what he means.
“Well, you clearly have forgotten." He says suddenly, grinning a grin that doesn't belong on a prince' face. "I have to make you remember then. You promised, after all."
"I promised what?"
"Freedom."
She's about to ask what the hell he means but then he's already opening the door and kissing her in front of the thousands of flashes.
