The Crown Prince's Love
Chapter 62

**\-Randy-**

The elevator gently rotated as I guided Noah inside, tapping the button for his floor.

He was completely wasted, immobile.

I hadn't wanted to join him at the pointless party, but I was left with no choice when he insisted.

With a deep sigh, I glanced at him, noticing the onset of his snores.

"Noah," I called out, but was met with silence.

"Noah!" I raised my voice again, sighing once more.

Shaking him, I attempted to wake him, but his snoring persisted.

I grasped his hand, guiding him out when the elevator doors opened, dragging him to his room.

Knocking, I hoped for a response, but none came, even after several attempts. "Hey," I shouted, hoping his roommates might hear, but no luck. "Noah, what's your code?" I yelled, shaking him, receiving only a groan in return. "Noah!" I shouted, frustration building. "Please, wake up and stop this nonsense!"

He groaned again, and unable to bear seeing him like that, I gave him a firm slap.

He recoiled, arms flying from around my neck.

Rubbing his eyes and belching, he focused on me. "Randy," he yawned. "Is the party over?"

I nodded. "Open your door. You've wasted my time. I should be preparing for class tomorrow." I fibbed about just preparing for class, wanting something more, yearning to be closer to Desmond. Despite our constant clashes, I missed him. Resetting everything made him my enemy. How could he ever fall for me when he seemed to despise me so deeply?

Noah groaned, pushing me gently away from his door.

Placing his thumb on the door, he sighed. "Looks like my door's open," he mumbled, turning the knob. "I need to sleep now," he yawned before disappearing into his room.

Watching him enter, I placed a hand on my forehead, rubbing it gently.

I am seeing Desmond.

I grinned, reaching the doorway of my room.

As I punched in the numbers and stepped inside, darkness enveloped me.

Desmond always avoided the dark, and as I stood there, unable to utter a word, memories flooded back of our past disagreements about leaving the lights on while we slept in each other's embrace. "Desmond," I whispered, my voice barely audible as I cautiously moved forward, relying on my hands and feet for guidance.

"Where's the bed?" I murmured, continuing to navigate with my hands.

Lost in thoughts of replaceing Desmond in the darkness, my hand unexpectedly encountered something cold on the bed.

Intrigued, I traced its outline, feeling the temperature drop until my fingers met with Randy's toenails.

My hand trailed up his body, inadvertently brushing against him in the process.

A gasp, a sudden movement, and before I knew it, Desmond had turned me around, laying me down on the bed with him on top.

Desmond seized both of my hands and held them firmly above me, his warm breath brushing against my ear. "Why are you behaving like you're here to eliminate me?"

His voice carried a sharp edge as he released my hands and clapped, making the room bright at that moment.

Glaring down at me, his eyes darted around before a chuckle escaped him. "How dare you suddenly appear in bed and touch me?" he demanded.

"Desmond, I only came because I know you dislike the darkness. I wanted to help you feel comfortable, so I apologize if it upset you and..."

'Shut up!" he yelled, his voice sharp as he leaned in closer. "What were you planning?"

"No!" I shot back. "I'd never do anything to you. That's not why I didn't turn on the lights. I know you don't like the darkness. I just..." "How did you know? Did someone tell you?"

I sighed, closing my eyes briefly.

When I reopened them, he was staring at me, waiting for an answer.

Despite my insistence that I wasn't responsible for his accusations, I lacked proof. So, I chose a different approach. Leaning in, I captured his lips. Desmond attempted to push me, but I held onto him.

I longed for the sensation of kissing him and inhaling his scent. His aroma remained unchanged, reminiscent of rainfall, and his lips were as soft as ever.

Gradually, he reciprocated the kiss, prompting me to seize the opportunity to run my hand through his hair, rubbing it gently.

I believed he was enjoying the moment until he abruptly pushed me back and delivered a resounding slap to my cheek.

The impact resounded in the room and shattered the intense connection we had just shared.

My eyes widened as bells seemed to ring in my ears for a moment.

A solitary tear escaped my eyes, not because of the stinging sensation from the slap, but because Desmond had displayed a look of disgust when he struck me.

"How dare you kiss me!" he screamed, forcefully pushing me away as he descended from the bed. "You're not just a douchebag but a pervert," he said with anger, storming towards the bathroom. The sound of running water filled the room as he entered, and I could hear the furious brushing of his teeth.

He had changed so much, changed in a way that I found unbearable.