The Past 10:
Amelie didn't just accept the kiss; she nipped his lower lip in response, causing him to pull away instantly, a look of shocked pleasure on his face.
"What's that?" He licked his lower lip slowly, a low grin spreading across his face.
"Did you really just fake a burn to get me alone and kiss me?" Amelie arched her eyebrows, trying to regain her composure.
Suddenly, a brisk knock occurred on the door, and before Amelie could move to open it, Anaya pushed the door inward and stepped inside.
"Amelie, I brought the shirt for Prince Gabriel," Anaya announced, her voice overly sweet. Her feet immediately glued to the floor where she stood; however, as she took in the sight of the Prince's back and Amelie standing so close.
"Why did you just walk inside?" Amelie frowned, already moving toward her. She quickly took the folded shirt from Anaya's frozen grasp and continued, her tone sharp, "Thank you. You can leave now."
