The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0335

"I don't know," Daphne says, tilting her head and narrowing her eyes a little in a challenge. "Are your Midwinter cookies any good?"

Jesse sighs sharply. "Nah, our cookies are crap."

Daphne bursts out laughing again, and Jesse goes with her.

"Seriously," Jesse continues, shaking his head. "Mom isn't particularly domestic, so all our cookies are store bought, and they're gone in like eight seconds. You have to fight to the death to get your hands on one. Chase - he'll bite you, and Bella, she has this really pointy stick -"

"Oh, I'm sure it's not all that bad," Daphne murmurs, still grinning, her eyes slipping down over Jesse even though she didn't mean them to.

"No," he sighs, leaning against the wall and giving her a smile. "I assure you, it is. In fact, mom, dad, and I aren't out on the town tonight - the children have staged a coup and barred us from the house. It's chaos over there - complete child anarchy. We fear that we're going to return home to all of the living room furniture torn to pieces, scrapped for firewood and spare parts for their tree fort."

"And yet, something tells me that's precisely how you like it," Daphne says, leaning against the wall with her chin in her hand, studying him.

a little closer like it's a great secret. "Someone had to teach them what a coup was. And they let me sleep in the yard, which is more than they allow mom

website on Gøøglᴇ to access

into more

asks, wrinkling her nose a

folding his arms on the wall so that his face is level with hers. He hardly blinks as he stares at her, his eyes moving slowly over her face. "That's not my fault, is it? Someone is letting her time be rather monopolized by

a bit as she fights a smile. "And which cousin would

"Mark is a lot of fun - he knows a lot of strange animal facts." She laughs harder. "Honestly, Daphne, its for your own

she does, and Jesse can't help it. He leans closer, just incrementally, breathing deeply from the air between them, hoping desperately that she doesn't notice the way that her scent - nutmeg, and fresh linen, and spicy white roses

does notice, she doesn't let him know. She just smiles and shakes her head

so rarely

stomach tightening in a way that surprises her. And then she lifts her head, slowly meeting his eyes again. "I thought you weren't going to hit on me

have to let a man have his weaknesses, especially at Midwinter." He raises his head again, holding her gaze steadily with his own. "And especially when the weakness itself looks

brown