168 The Servant's Confession

Clayton stared at him, trying to process what he just said. He tried to figure out what he meant but his brain would not cooperate and his mind was a total mess.

"Of course there is something to misunderstand!" Clayton exclaimed, "Your words are just….too..." he continued but could not find the right words to describe it.

"Tell me, Your Highness, what are my words?" he asked, going closer to him even more.

Before Clayton knew it, he had already taken a step back, conscious of how near he was as every touch of their skins sent electricity flowing in their bodies. 

"The words you say do not sound like something that should be said to someone who is not even a friend or a...lover." Clayton said while trying not to meet his gaze.