The Luna Choosing Game

He smiled down at me, then leaned down to press that smile against my lips.
We kisses lightly, and he said, “I’d like that.” Of course, we still had to be careful around the others. If Nicholas and I were
suddenly all lovey dovey around Bridget or Jessica, the two might spread rumors and have more questions than we had answers
to give.
But in private, in moments like this, we could just be a couple, enjoying each other and the beach.
This wouldn't fix things between Nicholas and I. By now, our issues had
piled high between us. The minute we returned to the palace, it would all likely topple back onto us.
But for now, we could pretend we were okay. And that would have to be enough.
One problem remained, however. “Uh.
I still don’t have any clothes.” There weren't exactly stores on this small private island. With a runway, someone could run out, I
guessed, but it was already getting pretty late.
«we'll have something flown in,” Nicholas said. “But that doesn’t cover you for dinner tonight.” He hummed as he gazed across
the room. “I have an idea.” We both slowly rose from the bed.
Nicholas crossed the room to his own
dresser and removed a pair of loose- fitting linen pants and a thin white t- shirt. He held them out for me.
I blinked at him, and at the clothes in his hands. No way he could mean for me to wear this? His clothes? He shook them as he
held them out for me and I quickly realized that yeah, that was exactly what he wanted me to do with them.
“Uh, thanks,” I said. I snatched them from his hand and then hurried into the bathroom, realizing only after I closed the door how
ridiculous that was. We'd both been naked as the day we were born. Why would I need privacy to put on clothes? I didn’t know. It
felt more intimate somehow, the fact that I was putting on his clothes for the first time. I kind
of wanted to see how it would look before I showed it to him.
I kicked my legs into the pants.

Fortunately it had a tie-waist so I could pull it tight until it fit me around the middle. But with Nicholas’s height, the leg length was
far too long for me.
Bending down I rolled the pant legs up and up and up. The roll was a bit bulky by the time my feet showed, but it was good in a
pinch.
The shirt fit over my head well enough.
It left the rest of me a bit shapeless, but the only person I really cared about seeing my shape was Nicholas. And he already was
well-aware of what I looked like under this shirt.
I checked myself in the mirror. My hair was a mess from our lovemaking so I straightened it out as best I could
without a comb. My toiletries, fortunately, weren't harmed with the paint bomb, but they were still far away, downstairs in my
luggage.
Once I felt I looked mildly presentable, I took a breath to prepare myself, and opened the bathroom door again.
Nicholas had changed too, and now wore khaki shorts and a stripped t- shirt of a similar style to the white one [ wore.
“How did it... work...?” His question faded as he turned toward me. The minute his eyes landed on my body, they added heat.
[ swallowed hard as his wandering gaze left fire on my skin. It was like he didn’t know where to stop looking.
Was this because I was wearing his
clothes? “Nick?” “We might be late for dinner,” he said, and strode toward me.
I laughed until he kissed my breath away.