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cheek.
     
    He smiled. "Mr. Nazi with the Stick Up His Ass actually has a heart! So, I guess we need to think of a different, equally clever name. I smiled and went to ask how he got to leave early. But, he knew me so well, he answered before I asked.
     
    "I had been sulking around during the meetings. Answering with my pathetic voice that you know so well," he smiled. His "pathetic voice" was the voice he used when he was upset about something and wanted sympathy. It worked like a charm.
     
    "Anyways," he continued, kissing me on the cheek, "Mr. Not-So-Nazi asked what was wrong and I told him that you were all alone here, with your ex-boyfriend, engaged and not being able to tell anyone and how I felt so bad for you," He was holding my hand and rubbing circles onto my palm. "I mean, Paise, you were here all alone," he kissed me on my neck and I giggled.
     
    "All alone. Nothing to do," he was whispering, kissing down my neck and to my shoulder. I laughed breathlessly.
     
    "Not that I'm not completely loving this, but what happened?" I asked.
     
    "Oh, right. I was telling a story," he said, grinning at me, "Well, he told me that I wasn't much help sulking about, all depressed, and that they could handle the rest of the work as long as when I came in after the holidays, I would be much happier."
     
    I laughed, "You're kidding."
     
    "I am not. The Nazi does have a heart! Maybe he was engaged once." He started kissing me again.
     
    I felt very underdressed compared to him. Shorts and cami. Compared to his khakis, button up, and adorable sweater vest.
     
    "What time is it?" I asked, suddenly aware of where we were. And aware of the fact that since I had practically cried myself to sleep the night before, I was probably all swollen around my eyes.
     
    "Um," he said, looking at his watch, "it's about a quarter to 12. Why?"
     
    I rolled out of the bed. And he frowned, "Don't do that, Bray," I said, smiling. "I'll be right back. I just have to shower and then get myself presentable and ready to attack the day."
     
    Braden slyly smiled at me, "I have an idea. It would satiate both of our wants. You want to be cleaned, correct?" I nodded and giggled. I had a feeling I knew where he was going. "And I want…you." He pointed at me. "So, hey, let's conserve water and shower together!"
     
    I blushed and looked at him skeptically. "You don't look like you need a shower."
     
    He got up quickly. "Give me a second."
     
    And then, he started doing jumping jacks. Push-ups. Sit ups. Running in place.
     
    "What the heck are you doing, you goof?" I asked, laughing at him.
     
    "I'm trying to work up a sweat! Sweating equals dirty in your book, right?" He walked up to me and wiped his forehead with his hand.
     
    There was just a little sweat there. He showed me his hand. "DIRTY!"
     
    I hugged him tight. "I've missed you so much, you goofball."
     
    He laughed, "I missed you, too, Paise."
     
    "Now," I said, chuckling, "as long as we're quiet…let's go clean up, you dirty boy." I winked and laughed the whole way to the bathroom.
     

CHAPTER 13:
     

TWO PRINCES
     
    "Well, Braden," my mother said, while we were all sitting in the living room. We had just gotten dressed, or in Braden's case, redressed. "You showing up here a day early and all."
     
    I smiled. Braden grinned, "Well, what can I say, Mrs. Sarah? I couldn't stay away."
     
    I tried to ignore the fact that my mother rolled her eyes.
     
    "Mr. Daniel," a voice came from the front door, "I'm back. Wanna get to work on that car some more?"
     
    Hunter wandered into the living room. He froze in his tracks when he saw me curled up with Braden on the couch. "Um," he said, searching for anything to say. "I'm…sorry? I didn't realize that you guys had company."
     
    I had to be blushing wildly. I was dying. At any moment, Hunter could let it slip or just right out blurt out the fact that the day before, we had been locking lips.
     
    I felt Braden stiffen a little. "Um, Braden?"