Eleanor fidgeted in her place.
She had done it.
She would be Aaran's first.
The mere thought made blood rush to her face. She wondered how Aaran would react to her, and for a moment, he did nothing.
Does he not like me…?
Eleanor was a beauty, she knew that. There wouldn't be a single man who wouldn't feel attracted to her. Yet, Aaran barely showed any reaction to seeing her naked.
After what seemed like an eternity, Aaran took off his shirt. Despite her determination, Eleanor took a step back as he walked toward her. She closed her eyes as Aaran got closer.
Her mind ran wild with thoughts of them exploring each other's bodies in bed. The thought was both exciting and nerve-wracking.
She got goosebumps as Aaran took her hand and then… placed his shirt in them.
Eleanor opened her eyes, looking shocked.
"Wear it, Your Highness, and go back. It's late, and people might misunderstand," he said, walking past her.
"W-What?"
