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“I’m not very interesting,” I say.
“How about you tell me how you got involved with the wheelchair ballerinas? I read an interview with Danika about it that said she had a young dancer who brought the idea to her. I’m guessing that was you?”
And there it is. My opportunity.
“I’d heard about them,” I say. “There was a video online that everyone was talking about.” Which was true. When I was sneaking on the church laptop trying to learn about Gabriella’s condition, I had seen clips of ballet schools with wheelchair dance classes.
“But people see videos of stuff all the time. What made you start the class?”
Opportunity again. But I’m too scared to do it.
“One of the girls, Gabriella, had just been in a car accident. Her father died in the crash. I thought the class would be good for her. Her mother Gwen had a hard time. I wanted to help.”
“That’s really amazing.” He squeezes me.
I hold my breath, waiting for him to remember that this is the same girl he thought was my sister, a question I never answered. But he doesn’t. There must be so much going on in his life that this little connection isn’t clicking in his mind. So I let it go.
There will be a time to tell him, but it isn’t now.
“When do I have to send you back to the castle?” he asks.
“If they haven’t noticed I’m gone by now, then they won’t for a few more hours.”
Blitz keeps his arm around me while he fumbles with the clock on the side table. “I’ll set an alarm for 4 a.m. Does that work?”
“Sounds good.”
I don’t really want to sleep, but I snuggle into Blitz, and my eyes are so heavy.
Chapter 26
When the alarm goes off, I’m momentarily confused. Blitz silences the noise and moves my hair away from my face. “You’re more than a princess in the morning,” he says. “You’re a goddess.”
I sit up, holding the sheet to me. “I seriously doubt that.” I try to run my fingers through my tangled hair, but they get stuck.
“You’re otherworldly,” he says. He pushes aside the covers. “And somebody agrees.”
I glance down, my face heating to see him erect and waiting.
He must have gotten rid of the other condom at some point. I reach out to touch him. He is hot and hard, and he takes in a deep breath as I slide my palm along his length.
“Come here,” he growls, and before I know what is happening, he’s got me on my back.
“Somebody’s looking for a second helping,” I say, then gasp as his fingers slip inside me.
“I’d have a third, fourth, and fifth if I had my way,” he says. “But I know we can’t tarry.”
My hand smacks his back. “Did you really just saytarry?” My laugh comes out as a snort, which makes him crack up.
“Well, we are talking about princesses and castles,” he says. His hand shifts, and I cry out from the pleasure of it. He has me figured out.
I’m feeling bolder than last night, and I catch him off guard by shifting sideways and rolling him over.
Then I’m on top of him.
“Well, then,” he says. His hands are free and he grabs another condom package off the side table.
I lean down to kiss him as he tears it open, then sit back to give him room to roll it on. Blitz grasps my hips and lifts me up. “You ready for this?” he asks.
