The Rituals Within Loved Is Formed

Chapter 6

I woke with one thing on my mind and body. Frank. His head was nestled into my chest. His arms were in a vice grip around me. Not that I minded. He had a small smile on his face. Hmm.. I think I'll wake Prince Charming up with a kiss.
In no way does that make me a princess. I'm a fucking dragon. A dragon that used to be a person. Chuckling because technically the Dragon was kissing a Prince, I brushed the hair from his face and leaned down and softly connected our lips. His eyes fluttered open. I pulled away and smiled.
"Hello", his voice was thick with sleep and a bit scratchy.
Fucking hell. He's so adorable.
Then he realized who woke him up with a soft feeling upon his lips, he also realized he was nestled into my chest and pulled away hurriedly, blushing profusely.