While I had been thinking about myself and how to make use of the prince, he had been genuinely thinking of me.
“I’m sorry…” I repeated again even though I knew that my apology wouldn’t help solve anything but lighten my own guilt.
Once again, I’m doing something for my own sake instead of for others…
“If you don’t want to play Gomoku, shall we play another game instead?” the prince suggested as he slowly stood up from his seat.
It felt like I could hear the sounds of ice breaking right beneath where I was sitting, and I knew that I had ventured into dangerous territories. Desmond kept his eyes locked on me as he slowly approached me. My entire body froze as my pulse quickened while my mind wondered if I still had it in me to give him all that he wanted. The prince leaned down until his face was mere inches from mine.
“What are you doing?” I asked in the shaky whisper.
“What do you think I’m doing?” he replied to me with a question of his own.