"These past few days," I heard Prince Louis say in a hoarse and intense voice, "do you know how hard it's been for me?"
"Every morning, waking up and seeing you lying there in your pajamas made me crazy. And all I need to do is just tilt my head slightly, and I can see your full breasts through the neckline," he spoke almost through gritted teeth, "but I can't do anything. I'm practically becoming a saint!"
Though I knew it was inappropriate, his disgruntled complaints still managed to make me chuckle.
I lightly punched his shoulder, gasping for breath between laughs, "Are you a pervert? Thinking about these things so early in the morning."
"Because I'm a perfectly normal man!" Prince Louis retorted with a growl.
He dominantly bit into my neck's side, making me yelp in pain, "Do you know what I'm thinking every morning when I see that scene?"