The Crown Prince's Love
Chapter 22

I wasn't expecting anyone, and I was sure he wasn't either unless Ana was here.

Just the thought of her made me frown.

"Let's ignore the knocking. Today is Saturday, and we don't have classes, right?"

Desmond nodded in agreement and leaned in to kiss me again, but the knock sounded once more.

He hissed and stood up, picking up his pants from the floor and heading towards the door. "Put something on, babe." He said, winking at me.

I wanted to squeal at the mention of "babe."

My heart raced with excitement as I stood up from the bed, put on my pants, and walked over to stand behind him. If it was Ana, I didn't care, I wanted to show off Desmond as my man. Desmond opened the door and gasped when he saw who was there.

My curiosity got the best of me as I peered over his shoulder and saw a blue haired guy bowing his head when our eyes met.

"Your Highness," He began, "My name is Henrich, and I am the captain of the Blue Dormitory." I nodded in response, staring at him and wondering why he was there.

"Oh," he continued when he realized I hadn't said anything. "Today is the competition warm up day."

"Competition? What's this competition, Desmond?" I asked, placing my hand on his butt and squeezing it gently. "May I know what he's referring to?"

Desmond grunted as I circled my hand around his butt, nearly chuckling at how he struggled to act with Henrich in front of him.

"It's a competition that takes place between dormitories every second Saturday. It's a tradition known as the warm up day before the real competitions begin." he informed me. "Oh," I replied, removing my hand from his butt. "That's great. Is the warm up happening now?"

Henrich nodded. "Yes, Your Highness. The warm up is taking place right now, and I've come to inform you because it seems Desmond has forgotten about it."

"Right," Desmond smacked his lips together.

"We'll be there," he told Henrich and attempted to close the door, but Henrich placed his hand between the door.

"Is there a problem?" Desmond asked.

"I just want to get a better look at the prince's face," Henrich replied and tried to enter the room, but Desmond stopped him. "What's the matter?"

"You're looking at him now. Why do you need to see his face?" Desmond demanded, his voice rising slightly.

Henrich laughed and placed a hand on Desmond's shoulder. It took all my self control not to break his hand on his shoulder. "Everyone is talking about how the Crown Prince is beautiful, and I wanted to see that."

Beautiful?

I never thought that anyone would refer to me as beautiful.

"You won't get to see the prince's full face,"

Desmond told him and pushed the door closed in his face.

"Hey," Henrich's voice came from outside the room as he knocked repeatedly but received no response.

"It's okay for him to see my face," I told Desmond.

Desmond frowned at me, and in the blink of an eye, he was right in front of me, passionately kissing me, not giving me a chance to dominate our lips.

"You're mine," He said between kisses. "No one is going to gaze at your beautiful face," He declared as he carried me.

"What are you doing?" I chuckled as he headed toward the bathroom.

"I'm going to wash you right now and remove the beauty from your face," He replied and kicked the bathroom door open.

Once inside, he gently placed me in the bathtub, opposite the shower. "You should be beautiful for my eyes only, not for any other man because you're mine alone, and no man is allowed to stare at you."

I bit my lower lip and nodded as he pulled down his trousers until he was naked, and then he climbed into the bathtub with me. I stood up and removed my pants, tossing them aside. "You're mine too, and I'm not going to share you with anyone at all."

Desmond smiled and pinched my cheek, and then he moved closer, wrapping my legs around his waist. "No matter what anyone says, I belong with you."

I kissed his neck and trailed down to his chest while he moaned and gripped my hair. "You smell so nice that I want to claim you right now in front of everyone, but I can't."

"Why?" He asked.

"Because I don't even know what you really feel for me." I said.

He hesitated for a moment and then shook his head. "I have no idea but I know," He paused and rubbed my hair. "I'm not about to let you go." He kissed my forehead. "I want everyone to know that you and I are together. Inform everyone that we have..."

"No," I refused, lowering my head and not meeting Desmonds eyes. I didn't know if he would like or dislike my decision.

"Tell me, Randy," He gently placed his hand on my face and lifted my chin to face him.

"Is there a reason?"

I stared into his beautiful green eyes and heaved a deep sigh. "No one knows that I'm gay. Not everyone will accept me as you did, and if I come out and I am hated, it would be a scandal for the royal family, and..."

I paused, lowering my head again until I felt his hand on my shoulder, and he pulled me into his arms.

"I understand why you're like this, Randy, and whatever decision you've made, it's okay. I don't want you to do something you're not sure of."

"Thank you so much, Desmond," I sighed, relieved that he had agreed.

"So now, what are we if you're not making our relationship visible?"

"Desmond," I rested my head on his shoulder and exhaled. "I wish that you and I had come into a world that would support us if we came out. But for now, we should keep our relationship a secret." Desmond laughed and nodded in response.

"Right," He kissed the top of my head. "I'll be your secret until you're ready to come out. Just know that I'll always support you," He promised.

"Thank you."

"Now that it's confirmed that we're dating, let me do this," He let go of me and entered the water.

I wondered what he was about to do until I felt his mouth around my length.

"Desmond," I moaned as he took me by surprise.

"Oh my god, help.." I exclaimed.