We’re continuing on from last week’s snippet from my wip, To Target the Heart, where Hamish wasn’t at all convinced Darshan could be discreet after snogging him in the middle of a pub.
The prior sentence was:
“All right, that was not one of my finest moments, but I was drunk and… curious.”
The confusion-etched wrinkles around those brilliant, aquamarine eyes deepened as amusement took over. “And horny?”
Laughter bubbled through Darshan’s throat. “That, too.” Not that he’d much hope of completely quashing the feeling once it dug its claws in, one of the barbs of being born into a strong magical bloodline.
However, letting those emotions command his actions was inexcusable. The tales they would’ve told at court. Not that he’d lived his life back home in any way free of scandal. “Do let me know if I get a bit much, I cannot always tell.”
Hamish remained silent, but his brow twitched briefly in puzzlement.
Having staved off the idea of marrying a woman for years, Prince Hamish finds himself forced to face its realities when he becomes the prize in a contest of arms. But one contestant promises a way out. Can they win against all the odds?