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Snatched-Discontinued	By : AquaTonic Category: Sailor Moon > Crossovers Views: 4340 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Snatched

Chapter Two

It was quiet and I was warm, thinking this was all a dream as I snuggled closer to my pillows and let out a long, heavy sigh. That had been a crazy dream, thinking there were super humans living in Satan City that could fly, withstand the powers of Jupiter, and demolish a city with one lift of the hand. Keeping my eyes closed, I was going to stay in bed as long as I could before Kaspar woke me for a day filled with appointments. Perhaps even see if I could dream more about that handsome, muscular man with blazing blue eyes. A soft knock made me sit-up slowly and finally pry my eyes open…I wasn’t in my room. The white wooden shutters were cracked opened, letting in the soft gray glow of storm clouds outside. This room looked neat, tidy, clean, and plain with a small amount of furniture; two black nightstands holding white lamps, a dresser, suitcase next to it, and two doors. One I assumed lead to a bathroom and the next catching my attention as a soft knock sounded again.

Slipping from the bed, I padded across the gray carpet and cracked the door open. Trunks stood shirtless holding a white coffee cup casually. I felt my breath catch at seeing his bare, defined chest, and long lavender tresses frame his handsome face.

“Good morning your highness,” he spoke warmly with a little smirk at the end. I couldn’t help but feel it was sarcastic. “Breakfast is ready but I’d like to check your bandage beforehand.”

I opened the door wider and noticed the bandage on my left hand, remembering the glass from the crash. It couldn’t be that bad, or at least I didn’t think it had been. I followed him mindlessly back in as he set his cup on the nightstand, took a seat on the edge of the bed and felt him take my hand. Carefully I watched him unwrap it, seeing how serious he looked.

“Where are we?” I finally asked, watching his knitted brows relax as the cool air hit the suddenly exposed flesh.

“My apartment,” he replied, gazing at the red lines that were starting to pucker. “It would be good to let it get some air and at night wrap it was salve. Let me see your elbow.”

I pushed up the silky black pajama shirt sleeve slowly as he examined the dark purpling bruise that had flustered. I jerked back a little when his fingers gently touched over it, holding back a giggle. Released, I pushed the sleeve down and felt embarrassed, realizing I was in one of his shirts as my eyes looked around to spot my dress.

“Thank you,” I said quickly, gazing up slowly to meet his surprised eyes. “I was a handful after the accident. It’s been a while since I’ve called on my powers and it was draining.”

Trunks chuckled, picking up the coffee and taking a sip.

“Don’t thank me just yet, I’m afraid I have some bad news after breakfast,” he exposed, starting to walk away. I couldn’t help but follow behind down the dark hall holding few generic framed pictures of structures, and to the large open living room with the kitchen to the left. It looked unlived in with tidy dark furniture, and I could tell he had a thing for black and simple styles. The only warmth came from the two-way fire hearth glowing warmly, being the only wall between the two rooms. There was no kitchen table but a breakfast bar attached to an island with a silver sink, and the empty space looked so lonely. Two plates sat on the counter bearing omelets, a slice of toast, and slice of fruit. I almost frowned seeing the plates were white with a black ring around the edge. “Do you like your coffee like your tea?”

“Yes, please,” I replied, unsure which seat to slide into but couldn’t help but stare at his strong back as he grabbed a cup and poured. Usually I thought having bulging muscles was eccentric but his were starting to grow on me. Leaning across the bar, he set the cup in front of me and waited until I slipped into the middle seat before taking his at the end while I tried to keep from awkwardly adjusting his shirt riding high on my thighs. This was one of the only occasions I felt embarrassed to have long legs.

Quietly we ate; it felt awkward as he read over a folded newspaper. At least the food was surprisingly good, I wondered if he cooked it himself. When he folded the paper back to the front page, I dropped my fork with a clatter as I caught a glance over the words. PRINCESS CANCELS ENGAGEMENT: Ex-Fiancé Marries Another. It hadn’t even been 24-hours and the story was already hot off the press.

“I see you made the front page,” Trunks commented dryly, handing the article over. Scanning over it, I couldn’t believe it was leaked to the press about the formal apology from Motoki, the decorations going up for auction, and details leaked of how the wedding was going to be planned. I felt the pain cut anew looking over the picture of Motoki and Reika standing before an alter giving their vows. It was enough disappointment to lose my appetite. What had this world come to when someone couldn’t break-up without it being smeared in the news? “Want me to beat him up?”

I couldn’t help but laugh at the obvious joke, choking back a sniffle that had managed to bubble up.

“No thank you, but I’ll take that bad news to go with this side disappointment,” I responded, flashing him a quick fake smile.

“My father won’t let you leave,” Trunks began, taking my full attention. This was something I dreaded after the accident last night. “After your electricity stunt, he’s even more fixed that you’re the right woman for me. Luckily I was able to talk him down to some terms and conditions if you’re up to it.”

“It doesn’t sound like I have a choice, what are the stipulations?” I didn’t want to deal with that angry man again and feared the next time I tried to leave town he would almost kill me.

“Three dates a week minimum of four weeks, you stay here, and if we mutually agree it’s not going to work out, you go home free and clear,” Trunks offered. This sounded like the worse prison sentence I could get; stuck in Satan City for four weeks, living with some guy I just met yesterday. I wonder what my friends would have to say about that. I didn’t want to risk more damages to my palace if I did make it back to Tokyo or an out lash.

“It sounds the same as getting married for a month,” I retorted, leaning against the counter while my mind begin to slowly work in a different direction. If he was willing…then why not? It would be the same as accepting a proposal from a prince or king I didn’t know. I wouldn’t know much about them, and my luck of finding someone that would date me for me would be slim to none. They’d have to be a hermit to know nothing about who I really was. When I looked up, I found Trunks had been gazing at me as if trying to read my mind. “Why not?”

His lavender brows lifted and eyes widened, caught off guard. I almost wanted to take the question back.

“Are you agreeing to my father’s proposal?” he asked. I nodded and watched his jaw tighten. Was that a bad thing? “Is it because of this?”

I followed his point to the front page of the paper; he’d read it, and I felt a stab at that question. I felt we would have to get this out of the way now since he already knew half of the story.

“It has nothing to do with my reasoning behind making this decision. If you want to know about him, I will answer your questions,” I began. “As for my reasoning: it’s either you or a king from a faraway country. I’m not going to find someone that will marry me for who I am without my title swaying their actions or personality. At least I was chosen by your father that didn’t look at title or beauty alone, but complimenting attributes for where you may lack.”

Trunks was quiet, but I watched his jaw relax as a small grin crept up.

“I was hoping you would compliment my good looks and charming personality,” he finally spoke, making me smile. “This may be a hard question but, do you still love him?”

“Of course I do,” I answered honestly, swallowing hard. “He’s a good friend I’ve known since junior high. I’ll always care for him like I do for Queen Serenity, and my fellow princesses. I’ve forgiven Motoki, he had his reasons and the gods chose someone else.”

Trunks seemed to be contemplating something as we sat quietly, our coffee getting cold. I wished I could see what he was thinking about, but this cold silence might be more comforting. It looked like he was going to speak until the door rang. I watched him go, feeling as if I went out on a limb and it broke.

“Hey Trunks, is she still sleeping? I found her size off the dress and brought over some clothes until she feels up for some shopping. It’s going to be a few days until her luggage comes in, her assistant is bringing it himself. I’m glad I could clear everything up, and paid for the damage Vegeta did,” I heard the woman ramble in the living room. “I don’t know what got into him, flying over there and picking her up. I think it was that documentary he watched recently about Crystal Tokyo Rulers that brought her to his mind. Will you be coming out to lunch? I’d love to get to know her and apologize for yesterday.”

“I think it’d be best to let her recover today, we can meet for dinner tomorrow night,” Trunks answered. I heard her laugh and open the door.

“Good, you two should get to know each other and I’ll see you tomorrow night. Have a good day sweetie,” she said before I heard the door close. Curiously sliding out of the chair, I peeked around the corner. Trunks seemed to be waiting, holding the bags and setting them on the white carpet flooring.

“See if there’s anything you like,” Trunks said, taking a seat on the other side of the half rectangular black leather couch. I quietly took a seat on the other side and started with the first. His mother had an interesting sense of taste that I liked, keeping the clothing modest and colorful. I could tell she understood how well it was to keep an image with these fashionable clothes and amazing shoes. She had captured my image by keeping away from anything daring…until I opened the short evening dress with a ballooned ruffled bottom. It was too short for my taste, but I could manage. When I got to the last bag, I found a racy lace and silk night gown with matching robe and hinting undergarments; I didn’t pull anything out. “The only one not to your liking?”

“It’s fine, just unladylike to show it,” I replied, watching him smile.

“I’ll let you get ready first, everything you need is in the bathroom,” Trunks said, getting up and picking up the bags. I followed him back to the bedroom where he set the bags at the end of the bed and looked around a bit. “Are you up to a busy day?”

“It won’t be a problem,” I said. With a nod, he left and closed the door behind him. I shed his shirt and laid it on the edge of the bed before moving into the bathroom. I didn’t know what he was thinking and it put me on edge. Was I too straight forward or thinking wrongly about maybe just going for it and accepting the proposal? Painfully I eased through the shower to get ready quickly, finding some bathroom supplies awaiting me. Maybe I should have gone for his deal instead to see where it could lead from there. If things didn’t work out, then we could have parted ways; marriage was permanent.

Finished in the shower, I checked over the undergarments and let out a sigh at the lack of sustenance. It revealed too much and I knew exactly where his mother was trying to hint at. Without another thought, I grabbed one of the casual dresses of a soft baby blue with matching white cropped knitted sweater, thankful to hide the bruise. Buckling the matching Mary Jane heels, I was ready. Hopefully I hadn’t taken too long. Exiting the room, I quietly moved down the wooden floored hall to see Trunks sitting dressed reading the newspaper on the couch. It would have been awkward sitting alone waiting for him, unsure of what to touch.

“Do you mind walking? We’re close to the shopping district,” Trunks asked as I stepped into the living room.

“That would be perfect,” I answered. His apartment complex looked more like a hotel, having long halls and a fancy elevator where a man stood ready to push the buttons to whatever floor we wished to go. The lobby was even set-up like a hotel with beige granite flooring, gold light fixtures, and white furniture. This was a busy part of town, but everyone we passed was well-dressed. The first place we stopped in was a furniture store to look at an armoire, matching the color of his furniture but this time there were options for the front shutters.

“Which one would you choose?” Trunks studied me as I looked at the plain, one with flowers, and the last a soft green with pale yellow leaves. I pointed to the last one as caught the corners of his mouth start to perk. “We’ll take that one.”

Next we moved to the dining table section where he curiously looked at each display. I couldn’t help but giggle as he stopped next to an ebony colored one.

“Do you have an obsession with dark colors?” I asked, getting his attention quickly.

“What’s wrong with it?” he asked. I couldn’t help but giggle.

“Nothing’s wrong…until you stub your toe in the middle of the night getting a drink of water,” I answered.

“Which one would you choose?” he asked again. I looked around in thought, trying to see one that spoke to me and then I found it. A round black and white table set with a red centerpiece.

“A round table it more inviting and personal if you have guests over; a good intimate setting that can be changed with different centerpieces,” I replied, showing my reasoning by switching the red out with a warm blue from another table.

“We’ll take it,” he simply stated. Without another word to the associate helping us, we walked from the store as if they knew where to go. I was starting to become curious to all this sudden shopping; even if I was staying with him for a while, I didn’t need him to buy new furniture. I could work with what he had. I didn’t know shopping with a man could last this long and it didn’t make any sense; dishes, bath towels, table settings, silverware, and it went on until almost evening. Everything we looked at, he took my opinion and agreed before ordering. Finally I was starting to get suspicious; who was he buying all these things for? They couldn’t be for his place.

I felt my breath catch as he entered a jeweler, nervously sticking a bit behind to curiously watch him.

“Mr. Briefs, a pleasure to see you…and with a beautiful young lady, eh?” asked the man behind the counter, pushing up a huge smile. “Is there something particular you’re looking for maybe?”

“Makoto,” my name rolled off his tongue strangely, sending a tingle down my spine. I turned from looking at the bracelet display in the window, almost dreading what he would ask. “Come take a seat over here.”

I let out a small breath and took a seat beside him on the bench, keeping my hands on my lap. I was almost afraid to look at the case but I couldn’t find somewhere that didn’t sparkle or glow under light in this store.

“Perhaps a pretty engagement ring?” asked the jeweler, pulling up his stool and opening the case. “I have something unique, finished today that would befit a princess.”

I felt his arm slide around my shoulders and pull me a little closer.

“I was thinking of something more for a queen,” Trunks offered to sway the jeweler’s mind.

“That would be in my special collection, give me a moment,” said the jeweler, pulling out a set of keys and walking around the shop pulling down the blinds, turning off the open sign, locking the door, then going into the back.

“Are you nervous?” Trunks whispered, moving close to my ear My breath caught as a chill pulsed through me at his warm breath. I wanted to speak but felt my voice nonresponsive. Instead, I nodded my head yes. “Don’t be, it’ll be over soon.”

I didn’t know how to respond or take that comment. The jeweler shuffled back in carrying a black box that he carefully opened on the table. I stayed back, afraid to look as Trunks leaned forward to examine each piece until he pointed to one.

“Let me see your hand,” the jeweler requested. Trunks lifted my hand as the jeweler seemed to be able to size it up. Carefully he picked up the piece and handed it to Trunks. I watched as Trunks slid the platinum ring slowly onto my finger as I felt a cold chill wash over me, seeing the square emerald outlined with small white diamonds come to rest at the base of my finger. “It looks beautiful, for a blushing bride.”

“Does this come in a set?” asked Trunks, watching the jeweler nod before pulling out both wedding bands. His was a platinum ring with the same style square emerald planted in the center, and my second piece had small white diamonds imbedded in the band. Trunks examined the pieces closely with an eye scope under the light before handing them back. “I’ll take them all.”

The jeweler looked more than pleased and got to work putting away his collection while finishing the sale.

“I didn’t know you agreed,” I finally was able to say. Trunks flashed me a charming smile before picking my hand up once more to examine the ring.

“I agree with your theory and believe eventually we’ll either accept a loveless fate or accept a lonely one. Knowing where we stand, we can lean on each other to change that.” I couldn’t help but agree, beginning to understand him. On the outside he looked like a strong, hard shell but inside he was thoughtful and analytical. “Is there anyone you would like to invite tomorrow evening for the announcement?”

“It’s too much short notice, no one would be able to make it,” I answered, watching him study my face once more as if trying to read an answer. I was thankful he didn’t pry deeper about family just as the jeweler came out with the neat package.

“Thank you for your business, I hope you enjoy them,” he said, following us to the door and letting us on our way. I was startled when Trunks pulled his arm around my shoulders as we walked in the direction of his apartment. I hadn’t really thought this through, feeling nervous about this sudden engagement barely a week after Motoki and I ended our four year relationship. Satan City was over two thousand miles away from Crystal Tokyo, and one hell of a commute. Would I move here or would he move there? For now, I didn’t feel like going back with all the memories or running into Motoki when I signed over the florist. Self-motivation would get me over these issues; one step at a time.

“The reporters have spotted us,” Trunks said, quickening our pace back to his apartment. I didn’t even dare look for them, knowing they could pop out of anywhere.

“Your highness, what brought you to Satan City suddenly?” asked a voice, trailing behind as I heard the snapping shots of their camera. I ignored, knowing silence was the best in these situations. “Is that a ring? When did you get engaged again? How did you two meet?”

The questions pulsed forward; freedom of the press hadn’t been something I favored and was glad I could get peace until I left my palace. Now, I wanted my shelter back and knew they would be watching now that they knew I was here. Tomorrow morning, something else would likely be printed especially since we were going to his place together, and alone. I caught more movement ahead to spot another reporter snapping pictures from a hovering car and people began to stare as we walked ahead. It didn’t feel like we had walked that far away from the apartment.

“Your highness, when’s the wedding? How does it feel to see your high school sweetheart married so quickly? Are you going to use the same dress?” The questions were starting to hurt, pushing too personal and digging deep at issues I didn’t want to consider. I felt Trunks pull us to a stop as the reporters moved closer. I watched in amazement how quickly his hand jabbed out, grabbed the closest camera, and squeezed as it popped into tiny broken pieces.

“I know this is your job, but have some respect and courtesy. If the time comes that we would like to make an announcement to the public, it will be done through the right means. As for news on our engagement, don’t ruin the surprise for our close friends and family,” Trunks said coldly, handing the broken camera back to the shocked reporter as we continued on our way. I couldn’t believe what just happened and watched how quickly the reporters stayed at a watchful distance. Quietly we entered his building, stopping by the front desk where staff gave him his mail and phone messages.

“There is a guest waiting upstairs for her highness,” the staff said in a low voice. Following him into the elevator, I wondered who could be waiting for me. Was it Kaspar? Did the news leak out to the Crystal Palace? I was getting antsy but kept a calm, cool demeanor waiting for us to get to the twelfth floor. Finally, it pulled open as we casually walked to his door where I saw a pair of handy men exiting.

“All finished and set-up,” one said with a quick smile. I wasn’t sure what we’d enter to, wondering about the boxes and bubble wrap piled high to the ceiling. Following behind, I peeked from behind Trunk’s massive form to see the furniture in place and boxes gone.

“I’ll order something in,” Trunks commented, setting his mail and keys on the entrance stand.

“I can cook,” I answered, feeling finally of some use.

“No need, your highness,” Kaspar’s voice came from the kitchen and eyed Trunks. “Please come in here for a moment, we need to discuss the arrangement of your schedule.”

It felt strange moving across the living room and slipping into the kitchen where Kaspar was preparing a meal. Sliding into a seat at the bar, I found a pink glass of wine set before me. Kaspar didn’t look pleased cooking or gazing over the counter quietly. Taking a small taste, I leaned back in the stool wanting desperately to help but knew he wouldn’t let me.

“What can I clear and what is mandatory?” I asked first, taking another taste. The wine was good, sending a cooling sensation straight down to my stomach as if comforting it.

“It depends on when you’re coming back from this, random vacation,” Kaspar commented. I could tell he was being coldhearted and irritated over the whole situation that had occurred.

“I don’t know,” I answered truthfully, watching him pause from his task to narrow in on me as if trying to find an answer. “There shouldn’t be anything important I need to attend, unless Haruka or Michiru might want to attend a function in my place.”

“My king announced he will be arriving in three weeks for a visit,” Kaspar coldly replied. I felt a weight thrown at me, knowing what this could possibly mean. Another visit with a proposal or he was coming to take Kaspar home.

“How long is he staying?” I asked lowly, not feeling up to the visit.

“Your highness, may I speak freely?” asked Kaspar. I gave a simple nod, watching his calm composure melt into what looked like anger. “Staying with a strange man will only start rumors toward your reputation and standing; there are a few good men out there that would overlook a tarnished---”

“By the gods Kaspar, we’re not having sex! Even if we were, that is no one’s concern,” I interrupted, horrified that he would even suggest something like that. I wasn’t innocent, but I didn’t go around hopping beds with random men. I felt the hot blush burn in my cheeks and took another gulp of wine. I didn’t even want to think about sex at this point, trying to move onto the other issues he brought up. “I’m staying here…”

“Why? What is the point of staying in a small apartment that doesn’t suit you or your needs?” asked Kaspar and I felt I had reached my limit as my temper flared.

“This is temporary until the palace is finished being constructed,” Trunks interrupted from behind me. I turned to see he’d been looking through his mail at the new kitchen table this entire time. Casually setting it down, his gaze looked up coldly at Kaspar. “If it doesn’t suit her needs, she is free to book lodging elsewhere until we make the move into the palace.”

The time bomb was beginning to tick as I saw the standoff already; Kaspar’s hard gaze matching Trunks’ unmoving relaxed state. I felt I should get to another room before it exploded and I was caught in the crossfire.

“Why would her highness move into your palace?” Kaspar asked, his curiosity had been reached and I knew this would be disastrous. I knew Kaspar’s feeling toward his king, and this would be the last token to hurt his king’s feelings especially with a sudden visit in three weeks.

“Makoto will be my bride,” Trunks retorted, the sarcasm and coldness of his voice made the bomb explode as I watched a twitch start at the corner of Kaspar’s eye. I found his cold gaze suddenly zone in on my left hand holding the empty stem belonging to my glass, the emerald and diamonds glittering in the light. Darkness pulsed over his face and soon his emotions were locked up.

“I will have your luggage brought up and head back to the palace to begin preparations,” Kaspar spoke in a low, icy tone before suddenly leaving. I slipped out of my chair and refilled my wine before taking over cooking the fresh crab cakes, checking the steaming green beans, and poking at the baking yams. Turning from the stove to lean against the counter cradled by the fridge, I was startled to see Trunks leaning with his back to the sink. I hadn’t heard or noticed he’d moved, but he was watching me closely.

“Does this suit your needs?” I knew he was asking about his apartment, apparently wounded by Kaspar’s suggestion that it wasn’t good enough. I couldn’t help the smile pulling up at the corners of my mouth. Feeling rude, I poured him a glass of wine and passed it over.

“It’s perfect,” I answered, deciding that maybe I should reveal a little more about myself. “I lived in a smaller apartment in Tokyo before the change into the new era. Often I still miss the simplicity of life I once had before I was upgraded to a sudden luxury.”

The stiffness in his shoulders relaxed as I turned to flip the crab cakes once more to give it good golden brown finish.

“How was your life before the change?” Trunks asked curiously. I took another drink, preparing to share what not many people knew. Even for the interviews for the documentary, I kept my personal life quiet.

“It had less limitations,” I started. “We were busy back then fighting, but even though it was hard I still liked it. There was a sense of adventure and feeling of accomplishment knowing I could kick butt, make it to work on time, and wake-up the next morning to get to class.”

“How did your parents take this?” he asked, the question I always dreaded to answer. I took another drink, feeling the wine creep up on my senses to loosen my tongue.

“They passed before I moved to Tokyo,” I answered, keeping a steady smile. “I ran away from foster care at thirteen, grabbed a job since I looked older for my age, and paid for my apartment. I’m sure they’d be proud of where I’m at today.”

Trunks’ brow barely twitched, holding back a surprised looked I was sure, and took a drink of his the wine. Although it wasn’t a manly drink, he still looked handsome…

“It’s a good trait to have ambition and motivation to strive for something better,” Trunks commented, setting down the empty wine glass and flashing that classic boyish grin I was starting to recognize. “Hopefully you won’t trade me in for something better.”

I couldn’t help but giggle at his comment when there was a knock at the door; Trunks moved to answer it and I took my time to prepare our plates for the delicious smelling dinner. Looking through the fridge I found Kaspar had stocked it before he left and began setting the condiments out. I turned back just in time to see Trunks lugging a huge suitcase followed by two more people carrying an assortment of things. Did I really have that much stuff? What the heck did Kaspar pack? I hoped I’d be able to find a pair of pants somewhere in there.

After a quiet dinner, followed by another glass of wine, I helped Trunks clean up before heading back into the bedroom to deal with my abundance of luggage. Sitting on the floor, I sifted through the bags to pull out my bathroom supplies and was thankful for two sets of fresh bath fragrances. I liked my lily smell and didn’t want to have to change it; it was my signature scent and I had grown particular since I made them myself in my florist.

“The armoire is yours to use,” Trunks startled me by appearing out of thin air.

“Most of it can stay packed,” I said looking at the bag just dedicated to jewelry and accessories. Maybe I would go through it, but there was no point now.

“I’ll help you,” Trunks offered, picking one of the large bags up with ease and opening it on the bed. It felt odd hanging all my dresses, cropped knitted sweaters, and suits. To my distain, the only pants in my whole luggage were slacks. Watching Trunks begin to open the last suitcase, I suddenly pushed my hands down on the lid before he could lift it after realizing what was left to put away. I felt his curious gaze as a blush involuntarily pushed up.

“Not this one,” I tried helplessly, pushing up a nervous smile.

“I’ll see it sooner or later,” Trunks offered, I was sure to try and ease the embarrassment but it didn’t add any comfort. I wondered if he was hoping for the ‘sooner’ rather than ‘later’; another chill pushed through me and I felt even more embarrassed for having a dirty mind. I felt his hands persuade mine to move off the luggage and then the lid opened. I knew it wasn’t just about the underwear I was dreading him to see, but the lack of something missing in my entire luggage. He was a smart man; I knew he would get curious and ask. Neatly all my luggage was put away, even my shoes were neatly lined in the bottom drawers of the armoire. I could see his calculating eyes looking for another bag of luggage, and stopped on the last bag from his mother. I stood leaning against the side of the bed as he placed the last garments away but paused holding the lonely nightgown as if adding it up. “Did someone forget your nightgowns?”

The question finally came out as I decided to take this one head on, even though I knew my burning cheeks would give me away.

“I sleep nude,” I answered, watching Trunks fail to compose his smirk and chuckle. He dropped the garment back into the bag and closed the armoire.

“So do I,” he added and left me standing shocked in the bedroom, dreading sleeping arrangements.
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