The Luna Choosing Game

Chapter 225

I couldn’t remember now. I could only think of Nicholas and his hot mouth and the feel of his fingers

running up and down my spine. He stilled one hand near the back of my neck and cupped the top of my

spine in a traditionally possessive gesture.

A thrill shot through my body. I wanted his mouth where his hand was, sucking in marks.

He leaned in again, his mouth at my ear, and said, “Think of me now.”

Was there any doubt that I would so much as consider anyone else?

Nicholas was the one my body yearned for. Ours was an impossible, forbidden romance, but when I thought of surrendering myself to a mate, Nicholas was the only person I could picture beside me. Over

me. Inside of me. He pressed a feather–light kiss to my earlobe and then pulled back. He kept his hands at my waist, as if

he was worried I might not have the strength to stand without his help. He was probably right.

I mourned his distance, even while I opened frowned at him. He’d left me feeling incredibly frustrated,

and it wasn’t like I could just go out and release this frustration by kissing other guys.

He was the only one I wanted.

“You’re thinking about me now, aren’t you?” he said, smile adding edge.

I wanted to playful whack him and pull him close to kiss him both at once. Either way, I could admit thatProperty © of NôvelDrama.Org.

yes, I was thinking about him now. The jerk.

He looked downright smug as he walked me the rest of the way to my door. There, he squeezed my

hand.

“Goodnight, Piper. Sweet dreams.”

I glared at him. He just knew those dreams were going to be all about him.

Inside my room, Charlotte had a few swatches of fabric lined out. When I came in, after a quick hug with

Elva, we approached Charlotte to see what she had come up with.

“I’m relieved you’ve already thought of something.” I said. “When the Luna said fashion is so important, I

was sweating.”

Charlotte nodded critically. “After the incident with the gloves, I vowed to never fail you again.”

I lowered my chin. “Thank you.” I was blessed to have earned such loyalty from Charlotte. The other

“I was thinking this fabric.” Charlotte lifted a shimmering purple that seemed to sparkle under the lights.”

If we drape some lace over this.”

“Yes!” Elva said, giggling. She reached for the swatch. Charlotte passed it over, and Elva immediately

began to play. She ran around the table, lifting the fabric high behind her. It shimmered silver and purple

and even pink.

“The princess has made her choice,” I said to Charlotte.

Charlotte smiled. “I’m glad. That one was my favorite too.”

“Then it’s decided,” I said.

I caught Elva as she circled for her next pass, and lifted her up into my arms. She laughed as she draped

the fabric across my shoulders.

“You look pretty, Mommy.”

“Not as pretty as you.” I kissed her cheek.

By then, it was getting late, so we changed into our pajamas and went to bed.

I dreamed of shimmering fabrics and near kisses with Nicholas.

The next morning, Elva sneaked out of bed early in the morning. I pretended not to notice, hoping for just

a minute more in bed before she called for me.

Today, I was only gifted ten seconds.

“Mommy?”

I rubbed my eyes. “Yes, dear?”

“Where’d the pretty fabric go?”

“It’s there, by the sewing machine.

Elva shuffled a moment. “Where?”

With a yawn, I pulled myself from the bed and went to join her. “It’s right… huh…”

and with it to the night?

Odd, the fabric wasn’t where we had left it last night. Had Elva gotten up and played with it in the night?

No, she was a sound sleeper, and I’m sure I would have noticed.

But what could that mean?