His words were intoxicating, pulling at deeply hidden longings she could barely even give name to let alone speak out loud about. How did he see to the very heart of her? To the deep recesses of her inner soul? She had dreamed of being a princess when she was little--but didn’t most little girls? It was the whole Disney phase. All of her friends had gone through it, each choosing their favorite Disney princess. Caroline had loved them all though, all for different reasons. Each one holding out some ideal she strove towards.
But she couldn’t deny that the thought of that much power simultaneously elated and scared the hell out of her. “Maybe in a century,” she breathed out, allowing herself to say that much as his hands touched her skin. “Maybe then I’ll be ready to be this Queen that you apparently see me as, but I don’t want any of that right now. I don’t need it.”
She rested her forehead against his, keeping her gaze locked with his. “All I want right now--and not just because my emotions are so freaking on overload right now because of the bloodlust--is you. To live my life with you. To get to know all of you. For you to know all of me. And trips. I really like when we go on trips.”