[Honey]

He would have much rather been yelled at in the library than the silent sexual abuse he received instead. The kiss on his pale neck seemed so innocent, like it did the previous evening in the moonlit garden, but as it grew bolder with the slightest addition of heat behind it, and the hand began to ghost along his thigh it was already too much. Turning his gaze down towards both the hand sliding against his thigh, he calmly reached down and pulled it away, casting it off to the side where he felt it needed to be. In the same smooth way of moving he gently laid his hand on the prince's shoulder and pushed him away. Skimming along the wall towards the door, he started for his lackluster escape