Chapter 43

Arya

That night, I can't sleep, but it's not for bad reasons anymore. I lie in bed wide awake, staring at the gorgeous diamond ring on my finger and remembering everything that happened today.

I will be the princess next week, and it would be official. And there's the possibility of me getting married the very same day.

It's going to be everything I ever wanted, all in the same day.

I don't want to close my eyes. Everything feels so good that I'm scared that it could all just be a dream. I keep staring at the ring on my finger, just reveling at the memory of Arthur proposing.

But my body is conjuring another memory.

I close my eyes and lie back on my pillow, taking a deep breath. I can still smell Arthur on my skin, and I can perfectly recall his hands on me, his mouth on mine, and his hardness grinding against my core.

Instantly, I get wet.

Before I knew it, my hand is already creeping under my covers, slipping into my shorts and under my panties.

And I let myself get immersed with t