SEVENTY FIVE

I wince as rays of morning sun tickle my eyes. When I open them, the first thing I see is Prince sleeping before me. I'm wrapped around his arms, the blanket covering the lower parts of our body.

My gaze darts on his face, and a soft smile tugs at my lips. I stare at his peaceful expression while he's sleeping. He's so beautiful. And so mine, now.

Heat crawls on my face at that thought. I still can't believe that last night happened. It was the most wonderful feeling I've ever experienced. Like, right now, my heart still beats twice when I look at him.

I must admit, though, that the area between my thighs feels sore. I didn't really feel this kind of pain last night, and I wonder if this is normal. Maybe every girl has a different case when it comes to their first time.

Deciding not to wake Prince up just yet, I slowly pull myself away from him and get up from the bed. That's when I see the blood on the sheet. I sigh softly and glance at the clock on my nightstand. 6 AM.

I wear my